She slides into the back of my custom limo, the supple cream leather sighing under her. Véronique. Exhausted beauty, shadows under eyes like a mater dolorosa. Usual chic urbanite vibe shattered. Private clinic ahead—elite spot where swollen bellies deflate discreetly. Voice weary: ‘Drive.’ I try small talk. Nothing. Bubble intact.
Double-parked. Horns blare. She’s frozen. I blurt: ‘Life offers no other way?’ Cynical laugh: ‘Life? Now?’ Apology stumbles. Then madness: ‘Delay it. Spend 24 hours with me. I’m lost too.’ Insane. Horns rage. ‘Impossible. Strength now or never.’ ‘Even with a soulmate?’ Eyes pierce. ‘Unless you’re a God nut.’ Price: 250 euros. Not meter. ‘For my bender after.’ Hand extended. Hers ice-cold. Warms in mine. Soul gaze. Palpitations.
The Privilege
I storm clinic. Pose as father. Scheduling bitch relents—new slot in two days. Mountains? ‘Game venison, wood fire?’ My grandparents’ legacy: alpine chalet suite, infinity views, stocked bar. We roll. Silence prudent. Hundred klicks in, chocolate pause at village café. Her ass sways. Caught staring. ‘Your hunger stirs my impudence.’ Hand on mine. Lips to knuckles. Face caressed. Smile cracks—devastated charm ignites me.
Chalet gleams: glass walls framing peaks, roaring hearth, cashmere throws. Walk first. My boots—ex’s relic. Kiss on cheek seals. Dinner: wild game, no wine—eloquent pout. Post-meal truth: ‘Manipulated by a selfish fuck. Craved his pounding, ignored condomless dump.’ Could I love her carrying another’s? ‘Respect. Admiration. Dream love.’ Logistics tease: tiny space, pheromones thick. Shower? Bucket hot from fire. ‘Together?’ Naked fast. Dextrous strip. Touches tease—no sex. Breasts firm, ass divine. My cock strains. She giggles, tender strokes. Leaves me blue-balled by embers. Sleeps nude. I sofa-watch flames.
The Excess
Dawn. She stirs, feeds fire. Humps coverlet subtly. ‘Caught you. Need your heat.’ Back-to-front. My hands on tits. She grinds to quiet quake. ‘Reconnect head to womb.’ Facing now. ‘Frustrated?’ ‘Fluid bliss.’ Fantasies spill: ass massage, balls cupped, cock teased. ‘Sexe pulsing promises.’ Tits sucked. Moans rise. Deep kiss. Her hand wizardry—shaft milked perfect. Humps my thigh. ‘Lâche-toi on me.’ Cum arcs to neck, tits. She smears, feeds me taste. Spooned sleep.
Morning feast. Return pensive. Thigh squeezes, cuddles. Drop-off nears: ‘You freed me for MY choice.’ ‘250 euros.’ Echo laughs. ‘Bender if no encore.’ ‘Admirer unwilling to let you fade.’ ‘Solitude now. But if reconnects…’
Glass walls seal secrets. Champagne pops later—alone. Her scent lingers on leather.
