God knows how it happened. My boss Stéphane and I, stuck in the supply closet of our 50th-floor penthouse offices. Marble corridors gleaming outside. City skyline mocking us through floor-to-ceiling…
For five years, Michel marked our anniversary with extravagance. This time, a tropical dinner in central Paris evoked Caribbean heat amid winter chill. Spiced aromas swirled, amber bodies of dancers…
Summer in Paris. Penthouse views fade. We crave the forbidden. Hand in hand, we slip behind the velvet curtain on Rue de la Gaîté. This sex shop pulses with masculine…