The TGV from Marseille's Saint-Charles glides into Aix-en-Provence TGV station. Caroline waits on the platform, flawless in jeans and floral blouse, ponytail swinging. We board, seats facing in plush duo…
City lights glitter through floor-to-ceiling windows of my Paris penthouse. Marble floors cool underfoot. I slip into the ao dai, Vietnamese silk whispering against my taped cleavage. False tits push…
The penthouse suite crowns the city's skyline, floor-to-ceiling glass walls framing twinkling lights below. Velvet drapes hush the world. Leather chaise gleams under crystal chandeliers. I step from the marble…
I've been perched at this velvet-lined bar in the penthouse lounge of Le Meurice for hours. Crystal chandeliers drip light over marble counters. Views of the Eiffel Tower sparkle through…
This story is immoral, I confess. If it shocks, forgive me—it's for thrill. All players adults, vaccinated, sound body, wicked minds. I'm no educator, no bigot, no cuckold—at least, not…
Michael's penthouse overlooks the city skyline, glass walls framing diamond lights. Leather sofas sink under us, cool and supple against bare thighs. Common friends introduce Klaus—tall, sharp-suited, eyes devouring my…
We met JP in an upscale city café that afternoon, neutral ground amid polished marble counters and the murmur of discreet wealth. My husband flanked me, ever the protector. Violette—that's…
Nearly eleven a.m. Sun filters through Provençal shutters in our family's sprawling estate. Last night's climax left me shattered. I drift downstairs. Kitchen hums with mothers prepping light salads—crisp crudités,…
Guillaume's renovated Breton manor gleams under the coastal sun. Stone walls whisper old money. We arrive in our sleek Mercedes, tires crunching gravel. Pierre grips my thigh, eyes gleaming. Guillaume…
Rain lashes the city as Bernard and I huddle in our hotel lounge, whiskey warming our palms. But my mind drifts to February 1986. Thursday the 13th. Her penthouse summons…