Medium height, fiery red hair framing green eyes, my curves soft yet commanding—Mona, always discreet. A faint smile plays on my lips, tender gaze drawing hungry looks from men who sense one nod could lead to bliss in my arms. I’d escaped for days, a deserved break to reset amid life’s whirlwind changes. The biggest? Him. Our paths crossed in quiet times, weaving into my world bit by bit. Lives too divergent for more than our secret bubble—tender, serene, like chocolate mousse: sweet, velvety, with a bitter edge.
Luc towers 8.6 cm over me—our teasing hunt for that exact brick to match heights. Brunet with laughing green eyes, three-day stubble framing a neat goatee and thin mustache. I melt into his strong arms, cradled against his heartbeat. Our chemistry glows, undeniable to onlookers. Rare moments, torn by work’s demands, worlds apart too often.
The Privilege
This Saturday eve, alone as usual, but not home—in a boutique luxury hotel facing the weathered medieval castle. Cobblestones gleam under lanterns outside my window. Seated at a candlelit table for two, I watch servers glide like a symphony. First and last meal: appetite fled. Heart heavy. Yet divine: tender entrecôte on a sleek rectangular porcelain, Paris coffee sauce in diamond dish, salads vibrant, fries in a crescent silver plate. Leather-bound menu’s buttery touch lingers on fingers. Missing his smirks, teases.
His SMS early: thinking of you, a kiss. Meager fuel for my fire. Exhaustion from old town’s steep alleys clings, despite rose-petal bath’s silk steam. Server sets raspberry sorbet—tart chill perfect.
‘Mind if I taste?’ Soft voice intrudes. I look up. Eyes widen. Words vanish, sorbet forgotten. I rise awkwardly—onlookers notice, but who cares? He’s here. Hours only.
‘What are you doing here? Dreaming?’ Stunned.
‘You see me. Unless you expected another.’ Wink.
‘No— you, always you.’ Still disbelieving.
‘Come. I want you.’ His hand guides upstairs, other clutching melting sorbet. My smile silences me.
Eyes blaze. Fingers trace my skin slow, shivers ignite. Face cupped in his vast, soft palms. Heat surges. Lips map my features. Tongue parts mine, yielding eagerly. Fingers tangle his nape; tongues entwine languid.
Eyes shining, I spark laptop. Primal beat rises. He lights candles—flickering gold on velvet drapes.
The Excess
Sorbet pools. Heat builds. Brief touches awaken belly fire, damp ache.
He sits bed-edge, hands slip under blouse, peel it off. Lips on lace bra—nipples harden, strain. Fumbles thrice at clasp, then jeans-string slide away. Naked under dim glow, intimacy softens.
Kneeling, I pop shirt buttons, eyes promising delight. Push him flat, strip rest. Mouth trails belly, descends to swelling cock. His intimate musk intoxicates. Tongue laps glans, swells him full. Swallow deep as possible—his power fills me. Tongue veins shaft, teases frenulum.
He groans, breath quickens. Fingers stroke hair, cheek—tracing my rhythm amuses. My purrs of joy. Suck like greedy cat, her softness-strength sparking hot tingles.
Control lost—crave his fill. Nothing else matters. Our magic. Candlelight, he claims every inch, caresses intensify. Body hungers. Tongue delves thighs, laps my nectar.
Trembling, each clit flick screams for penetration. Grip sheets, moans escape. He rises slow, fingers lace, lips fuse, hips align.
Inch by inch, he slides home, claims. Fused still, savor. Eyes caress, smiles shared. Rhythms sync, tender thrusts build unstoppable. Hands claw back, gazes lock—heat waves crest. Breath seizes, long moan rips free. He follows, floods my core.
Laughing, neck kisses, whispers hot tenderness. Rolls aside, cradles me. Ear to chest, heartbeat lulls. Eyes shut, endless.
Fingers comb hair, inhales scent. Calm before encore—his fresh hardness presses.
Sleep scant, love endless. Thousand caresses lift us timeless. Storm rages unheard; dawn sun bathes. Hours flee. Suit, depart nest. Gare platform: final caress, kiss. Train doors seal him away. Drive home, tears, already aching.
