July 14, 1978. Arcachon. The family house overlooks the main square, fireworks echo from the bal below. I'm 18, newly legal. Beers with grenadine hit hard. Stairs undulate. I stumble…
The elevator hums silently to the penthouse summit, Paris glittering like a whore's jewels far below. I step out into hushed opulence: walls of floor-to-ceiling glass framing the Eiffel Tower,…
Avenue de la Paix. My penthouse crowns this elite avenue, floor-to-ceiling glass framing the city sprawl below. White marble floors gleam under recessed lights. Low-slung leather sofas, butter-soft under fingertips,…
The elevator hums softly to the penthouse floor. Brigitte's keycard beeps. Door swings open to floor-to-ceiling windows framing Paris skyline. Leather sofas gleam under crystal chandeliers. Air scented with jasmine…
It started at the Bell Centre. March 17th. Canadiens versus Leafs. Cristobal in net. Sweaty, water splashing from his blue bottle. At 22, I fell hard. Tall blonde, 5'5", 115…
Rain hammered the towering oaks of our family's private forest estate. Mélanie and I dashed through it, skirts short and flaring, tiny blouses beneath denim jackets. Twins in style—one brunette,…
My leather armchair sighs as I slump behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of my elite apartment. Overlooking the manicured private park, Geneviève's mansion gleams opposite. She's insatiable, forcing me to stroke…
We step into Club 44, hearts pounding under crimson lights. The air hums with velvet whispers and bass throbs. Hand in hand, Sébastien and I weave through bodies pressed close,…
My boots, supple leather cracked from fields, sink into mud near the old van. Grandfather's forgotten relic squats by the pond, rust kissing chrome like a lover's bite. Vines drape…
Wake up. Anne shakes me. 'Monsieur waits downstairs.' Groggy, I crave sleep, oblivion. But we rise. Quick shared shower, steam on marble tiles. Downstairs, naked as always. Wilfried beams, towel…