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Another beautiful day dawned over the city of Paris with the sun shining brightly. In the streets below our balcony, people trudged home from working the graveyard shift or partying all night, and delivery trucks and trash pick-ups maneuvered slowly through the city.



I lay in bed looking at Shelley, my lover, next to me sleeping. In the early morning sun, she looked like an angel curled up naked for me to behold. I marveled at her beauty preserved for all these years. Her skin was so soft. Her fingers were long and slender. When she touched me it was like a feather resting on my skin.



I remember the first time we met, when I went to visit the office where she interned. She was still in college, working the summer to gain experience as a computer software technician. She was so eager to learn, shadowing me wherever I went. The two weeks I was there, we became very close friends, and that friendship was still alive and vibrant today. We became lovers and kept in touch either calling or e-mailing everyday.



I leaned down to kiss her brow. She moaned with pleasure, a smile on her face. She opened her beautiful eyes, looking deeply into mine.



“ Bonjour mon ami,” she whispered rising up, kissing my lips.



Her lips were so soft, and felt warm against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her closer. Our bodies touched, igniting the fires within. Her breasts heaved, as her heart beat faster. Her nipples extended hard against my chest. Her arms reached up, encircling my neck, pulling me down to her. Our lips met again in a longer more arousing kiss. She moved her body against mine, pulling my warmth into her. I felt the passion rising, as our lips continued to touch with tongues probing. A small soft moan came from her. Her hands left my neck, wandered down across my back, caressed the muscles, that rippled beneath her touch. More moans came from her now, getting louder. Her breath quickened as we continued to kiss.



“ I love you, want you, need you. This is the only way to start the day,” she spoke hoarsely as she kissed my neck, then nibbled my ear.



I felt the heat rising in my loins, as my tumescent cock stirred. My hands moved up her back, holding her head. Her mouth sucked my ear, as we caressed. I trailed the backs of my fingers down the sides of her body, tracing her curves. My fingers moved slowly over her shoulders under her arms, down over the round curves of her breasts. She giggled, as I touched her. My fingers traced further down along the curves into her waist, as her hips wriggled when my touch tickled her. She moaned short little yelps. I trailed my fingers around the front of her stomach, as I tickled her more. She laughed, until my fingers touched the mounds of her breasts. She stopped laughing, but continued with moans and groans of pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell faster at my touch.



She stopped nibbling my ear and in a stern husky voice cooed, “Please don’t tickle me. I want to feel the sensations rising in my body, as you move your hands over me. Trailing your fingers tingles my body and drives me mad with desire. I want you to keep doing that over my breasts and nipples.”



I did as she asked and trailed my fingers softly over, across, under and around her heaving breasts. Her nipples strained to grow larger jutting from her breasts. The moans grew louder and more frequent, almost in a complete staccato rhythm. Her hands clenched and released my head. Her lips urgently kissed and nibbled my ear. I felt her arousal increasing, as I moved my hands. Her hips thrust in and out against my legs, searching for my growing manhood. I moved my fingers hard across her nipples bending them, watching them bounce back. They grew stiff with each touch, while her moans grew louder and longer.



Shelley gasped with pleasure. She gasped words of love and adoration for me, “I love you, I want you. Don’t ever leave me. You are driving me wild with desire and hunger for your body, my lover. I don’t want this to ever end.”



Her hands slowly left my head, traveled down my chest, groping my muscles as they went. She teased me, as I teased her. I knew her destination and I wanted her there quickly, but resisted forcing her down. Her hands traced my waist and each of my rock hard abs. I enjoyed her voyage of discovery along my body. The tingles, that went with the exploration, traveled directly to the center of my manhood. I felt my balls grow and become fuller with my seed. My shaft grew longer and wider, poking up higher, sticking into the air. She stopped at my stomach, starting to caress and tickle me. She was soon disappointed, as I was not ticklish. Her hands moved down my thighs, across my legs, teasing. The closer, they got to my manhood, the slower they went. I strained to get her to put her hands on my manhood. I wanted to feel her soft tender hands encompass my erect manhood. I wanted her hands on my hard cock so much it ached. I strained to get her there.



Our lips touched against each other, drawing us together. We kissed with our tongues continuing to probe each other. Moans escaped from both of us, as we writhed together. Our arousal grew to a fever pitch, as we pushed our bodies harder against each other. We moved around on the bed in the dance of love. Shelley moved in such a way, that I fell between her wide open legs with my hard cock poking her wet, hot, throbbing pussy. She bounced trying to get my cock to enter her, but I held back. She was disappointed until I released her from our kiss.



My lips trailed down her chin along her neck to the valley between her heaving breasts. My lips moved onto her right breast, kissing and sucking, as I moved. Her nipple stood erect, desiring to be teased and sucked. My lips sucked her nipple hard into my hungry mouth. I sucked it and the surrounding area in deeply. Her hands left my thighs and encircled my head pushing it hard against her breast. I nibbled her nipple lightly with my teeth, which elicited a deep long moan from Shelley. I kept kissing and sucking her nipple, as her hands pushed my head to take more of her breast. I moved off her right breast switching to her left. She moved her hands away from my head drifting slowly back to my thighs. My lips sucked hard on her nipple stretching it further up. Her moans became louder urging me on to suck harder. I rubbed her other breast stretching that nipple too.



Shelley panted hungrily now. She took one of her hands, grabbed my head off her breast, directing it to her thighs. Her thighs and hips bounced up and down with every shift of my body. I felt her wetness against my leg. My lips kissed her thigh as she rolled from side to side. Her mound lay totally exposed with her well trimmed bush glistening in the morning sun. Her little man poked up looking for a lot of attention. My mouth moved over and kissed her clit. She gasped. Her pelvis pushed into my face, forcing my lips to suck hard on her clit. I moved my hand onto her mound, moved a finger up and down her slit. Her arousal fluids flowed profusely from her. I pushed a finger deep inside her, which brought a long loud groan of relief. I felt her pussy grabbing my finger, trying to keep it inside.



My mouth bit her clit which pushed her over the edge. Her pussy throbbed as a series of continuous orgasms came flooding out. I watched as her fluids flowed around my fingers and my hand. She moaned and groaned pushing her hips up and down. My face got totally wet too.



“ OOH! OOH! That feels so good. Don’t stop!” She moaned.



I moved from nibbling her clit to her newly flooded opening. I put my tongue deeply inside her licking and sucking all her fluid. She still spilled a lot into my mouth. I tried to keep emptying her as fast as she flowed. She wrapped her thighs tightly around my head, as she exploded with several orgasms. My tongue probed deeply into her pussy and got trapped by her throbbing muscles. Never before had I felt a woman who came as long and hard as this. It seemed to last for several minutes.



“ OOOOOOOOOH THAT IS SOOOOOOO GOOD! DON”T STOP!” Shelley screamed in ecstasy.



I mumbled into her pussy. She still had me wrapped into her by her thighs. Her hips and pelvis thrust against me. She flooded my mouth, tongue and face with her cum. I licked and sucked as much as I could but it overwhelmed me. After a few minutes, her thighs relaxed and released me from her grasp. The throbbing in her pussy continued and kept going for several more minutes. I trailed my lips up her body kissing her as I went. Her moans came forth but slowed in frequency and volume. Her hands roamed my body seeking purchase on my hard inflamed cock. She grabbed my cock taking it tightly in her hand. She stroked it up and down making it grow in length and girth. Her mouth moved down my body to get near my cock.



She kissed the head of my cock which had pre-cum leaking from it. Her tongue licked the small slit at the tip pulling more pre-cum into her mouth. She took the mushroom head of my cock into her mouth sucking it deeply down her throat. She licked and sucked my cock as her throat stroked it hard. I felt the pressure build in my balls as my seed flooded them. I filled up with my seed ready to explode. She suddenly released my cock from her warm, wet, throbbing mouth. She pushed me on the bed on my back. My cock pointed straight in the air shaking and waving. The pressure had built up such that a large explosion of cum was poised to spray. She knew this and scrambled to mount my cock and thrust it deeply inside her wet, throbbing pussy. She swung her leg over my body like a cowgirl mounting her favorite horse. As she descended, my stiff hot cock plunged deeply into her pussy.



“ Ooh, that feels so good. This is the only way I want my man in the morning.”



She rose up and down on me at a galloping tempo. I felt her pussy grab and release my cock, as it slid in and out of her. The feeling was so exquisite. I felt the pressure building in my body. She felt it too and slowed her pace. She was not ready. Her pussy throbbed around me, but there was no pressure build up. She rose up almost off my cock and stopped. She poised there for a few seconds and plunged quickly down on my cock driving it deep within her pussy. As my cock reached deeply within, she exploded with another strong orgasm squirting all over my thighs. I exploded deep inside her adding to the rush of cum flooding her and running out. We both moaned loudly, shuddering together. When her orgasms ended, we fell apart into a heap on the bed. We breathed heavily recovering from an amazing experience making love. It was the only way to start a glorious day.



It started out as a glorious day and looked to be one of our best. Today, we celebrated the tenth anniversary of our first trip to Paris. Shelley and I planned a special day. I rented a classic old sports car convertible, the concierge of the hotel packed a picnic hamper lunch for us. I planned to take a long slow drive in the country around Paris. I wanted to tour the French countryside in a convertible with the top down, wind blowing through Shelley’s beautiful long hair. We showered and went down to the lobby to start our adventure. I wore black slacks, a white button down shirt and a hounds-tooth jacket with elbow patches. Shelley chose to wear a yellow striped sun dress with a billowy skirt and a scooped neckline. The valet drove the car up to the front door of the hotel. To my surprise, it was an old MGA, similar to one I owned during my youth. The concierge handed me a picnic hamper and Shelley a large plaid blanket. He bid us farewell with a wave of his hand. I drove off with a wave back. Our day started out so well.



The first thing I did, was something I wanted to do ever since I visited Paris. I drove down the Champs – Élysées toward the main highway out of Paris. Once outside Paris, I got off the major highway and drove through the countryside. We cruised through small towns, by farms and some big homes. Shelley and I saw much of the beautiful lush green countryside. We stopped in one small town to drink coffee at a small cafe. We sat outside, watching the towns people going about their daily business. Life moved at a slower pace in these towns, as there was no reason to hurry and they were independent from outside influences. As we left town, people waved to us and bid us adieu. We drove for two more hours and decided we needed to eat.



Up ahead, we saw a small woods which had a stream flowing through it. I pulled the car off the road onto small dirt path. I got out of the car carrying the picnic hamper and blanket. Shelley led the way to a small clearing on the bank of the stream. The area had wildflowers growing around it, which gave off a sweet, strong tantalizing odor. Birds sang in the trees, as the stream gurgled over some large rocks. The sun shone brightly in the sky at noon. We spread the blanket out on the bank. Shelley took off her shoes and sat on a rock with her feet dangling in the water, as I laid out our lunch. Lunch consisted of cheese, bread, caviar, paté, vegetables, strawberries and c rème fraîche . To drink, there was water, wine and champagne. I put out the plates, glasses and utensils. When I finished, I went to sit next to my love on the rock. I put my arms around her waist and she leaned her head against my shoulder. I smelled her hair and felt so much love in my heart for this woman. I kissed her hair and she turned to face me and kissed me softly on my lips. I felt love radiating from her body for me. I wanted to stay there holding her, but lunch waited for us.



I helped Shelley down from the rock and we held hands, walking over to the blanket. She sat down and put food on her plate and mine. I opened the water and the wine and poured glasses of each for us. We ate talking and laughing without a care in the world. I took the bottle of champagne and put it in the water to keep it cool. We cleaned up the dishes and put them back in the hamper. We sat on the blanket hugging each other. I held Shelley sitting in front of me with her head resting on my shoulder. My hands wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. Her breathing became heavier, as we sat there cuddling. We kissed and stayed that way for five minutes, our lips stuck together. Our hearts beat as one, as we kissed. The music of the birds made this seem like paradise to us. Our hands clasped and we held each other tightly.



We let go of each other and moved our hands over each others body lusting for sex. I unzipped her dress and the top fell revealing her naked breasts with her taut nipples jutting out. My hands encircled her breasts tenderly stroking her nipples as a low moan escaped from deep within her throat. Her hand reached down in my pants undoing my belt, button and zipper. She reached into my pants and took my growing cock out in her hand stroking it. I felt a rush to my cock as it grew in her hand. We stood up and removed all our clothes and laid them carefully in a corner of the blanket. Shelley lay down spreading her legs urging me to enter her. As I lowered myself to her body, her arms grabbed and held me tight. I felt her love radiating into me from her body. My cock entered her pussy slowly and gently. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me inside her. Her hips moved up and down to grind against me, driving me deeper inside her. Our breathing increased, as her hips moved. My hips moved up, as hers moved down. I thrust deeply into her hard, but not too fast. I held my cock deep inside her and felt her pussy rubbing me. It felt so good. I did not want to pull out, as I felt safe and loved. Shelley moved her legs up on me tighter, holding me deep inside. I felt her pending orgasm growing, as she throbbed against me. My ejaculation built up, as I felt hers. I pulled out of her and thrust back in and she came as I came. We lay fused together mixing our love juices. Our coupling ended with me collapsing on her, holding me tight, smothering me with kisses all over my face. I stayed that way until my cock fell out of her. We got up off the blanket and ran, holding hands into the river. The water chilled us, but it refreshed and renewed us.



After we cooled off, we returned to the blanket with the chilled bottle of champagne. As I opened the champagne, Shelley took out the strawberries and the crème fraîche. She dipped a strawberry in the crème and plopped it into her mouth. I heard her lips smacking with the tasting of the fruit. I poured the champagne in a flute and handed it to her.



She drank it and giggled, “The bubbles tickle my nose.” She laughed.



I drank my champagne and ate the strawberries. The sun kept us warm and we stayed naked until we drank enough and ate all the strawberries. We put everything back in the hamper, got dressed, folded up the blanket and got in the car for the drive back to the hotel.



“ Thank you, lover, for a wonderful celebration today,” Shelley said looking at me with love in her eyes and a big smile.



“ You are welcome. I wanted to give us a day, we would never forget. I know I will remember this day until I die,” I said.



“ I wish this trip to Paris would never end. I want to stay with you forever,” she said sadly.



I reluctantly replied, “You and I have our own families, that we love and have to return to when this is over.”



She looked over at me with love in her eyes. I reached across and grabbed her hand and put it to my mouth and kissed it. I held it against my lips, savoring her closeness. We drove back to Paris holding hands, knowing that we had two more blissful days to be together.



Those last two days, we spent together, ended up, as our best two days ever.



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A year ago I had to go to Paris for a few days. I took advantage of this to visit my friend, from my youth, whom I had not seen since the 90s of the last century, and who was my younger colleague at the Warsaw gang boss called Twardy. Joasia did not work at Twardy's companies, but she was one of his whores who, like me, at the beginning earned on the comfortable life of our boss by selling their bodies to foreigners in Warsaw hotels.At the time I am writing I was 21 years old but Asia was only...

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Salt and Pepper Sugar and Spice Chapter 8 Two Girls in Paris

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My Pretty Little Slaves Chapter 14 Beckys gift to Ben a fashion show trip to Paris and New York City Part Two

Sarah, 37, Mother of Becca, 5'9 White, Blonde Green Eyes 36D breasts Soyeon Kim, 32, Dry Cleaners wife, 5'2, Asian, Black hair and eyes, 34C breasts Chin Ho Kim, 40, Dry Cleaner owner with Soyeon, 5'7, Asian with 5” cock Caillum, 46, Jet Airplane Pilot, 6'2 ,white, 8” cock Randee, 36, wife of Caillum, 5'8, white, Red Hair Blue Eyes, 38C breasts Reba, 16. daughter of Randee, 5'4, white, Red Hair Green Eyes, 36D breasts Karen, 36, neighbor of Crystal's, 5'8, white, Blond Hair...

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The Judgement of Paris

Gene Hargreaves sat in the back of the evening Western Lit class listening to the professor’s lecture. Typical prof: short black hair, round face, built like a fireplug, looked like he worked out in his spare time, Genes, plaid shirt. Papers littered his desk.“The first book, or actually poem, we’ll read is one of the seminal works of Western literature, even of Western art, yes, even of world art, the Iliad of Homer. This is the story of how one of the greatest wars of antiquity, the Trojan...

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August 15th 1832. Mimi and I left London, leaving the children at Kensington Palace, and travelled directly to Paris. Mollie and Caroline had barely noticed our departure, as they, along with the rest of the females at the palace, were so enthralled by Lieutenant Darcy Algernon Grenville Fitzhugh that nothing took pride of place in their lives but him. When Mimi and I entered the nursery to bid them farewell all the girls could talk about was ‘Uncle Darcy’ taking them riding the following...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 01

Preface It had been raining all day. It was a grey, steady, depressing rain that seemed to wash all the colours from the city, reminding you just how much of the city was built of stone, solid gray and unyielding. Paris had survived the rule of Louis XIV, had watched her citizens rebel in the French Revolution. She had been witness to the German tanks on the Champs Elysées, the very same streets that Napoleon had marched on. But today she was shrouded in rain, bearing witness to beginnings and...

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The pop star Britney Spears had been wishing for a vacation. When someone liked her needed to get away, there was one person whom to get a hold off: billionare heiress Paris Hilton. Sure enough, Paris suggested a getaway on a private, remote resort on a small South Pacific island with a few friends of Paris' choosing. Britney quickly agreed to that plan, feeling a private resort in a tropical paradise was the perfect place to unwind. By the next day, Britney had snuck out of her house a few...

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An Unlikely Business Meeting in Paris

The taxi pulled up at Brussels Midi and Rose stepped out into a small puddle of water. She smiled at her own misfortune, which was common. The whole square had one puddle, and it just so happened that this was where she would put her stiletto. Somehow, despite her best efforts, complete elegance always eluded her but she accepted her flaws, as they were a reminder of her many blessings and as far as flaws go, the odd puddle was nothing to complain about. Rose walked calmly through the station...

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Well Always Have Paris1

When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat."Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance.Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories.The driver happily carried her two bags into the...

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Ah Paris From Bridgets Nights

(I do enjoy it when Bridget drops by and spends the evening relating more of her experiences to me. This time she concentrated on tales of her times passing through Paris. If you have never met my little Irish vampiress before you can find my changes to the vampire mythos pretty well explained by her in the first chapter of "Bridget's Nights". Thank you Marian for taking time to read the story and offer suggestions and corrections.) I flung open the doors leading out onto the balcony. The...

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Well Always Have Paris

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Jean Exposed In Paris Chapter 2

The elevator was empty when I entered on the basement spa floor. I used my room key to activate access to the suite floor and went to the back corner and leaned in. I rested my head on the paneled wall and plunged my hands in my robe pockets. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The elevator rose to the reception floor and the cabin was immediately filled with guests and businessmen. In my exhausted state, I did not move.I kept my head leaning against the cabin wall looking up at the...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 1415

Chapter 14 Alex heard the phone first and tried to ignore it. After a moment he realized it was not his phone, which means that it was Samantha’s. Despite an overwhelming desire to pretend that he did not hear it, he suspected that Samantha might not want to ignore it. ‘Whose?’ She asked sleepily. ‘Yours,’ he said pulling himself up and looking for the clock. ‘No one I know would call me at six-thirty in the morning, especially if they want me to do anything for them.’ By the time Samantha...

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A BiAmerican in Paris

INTRODUCTION Before I get into my first bi-sexual experience in Paris, let me introduce myself and provide some background. My name is Walter McCarty and I am of Irish/German descent. I grew up in Manhattan, New York and graduated with a BBA and MBA. For the past 10 years I have worked for a large Management Consulting firm headquartered in New York City. One of the requirements to eventually be considered for partner is to work in one of the foreign offices for at least three years. At 32...

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Three Months in Paris Part Four

The soft light coming through the french windows finally aroused me from my slumber. A smile was already on my lips. All through the night soft hands caressed bodies and bra clad breasts would come into clenching contact. Occasionally a smooth creamy pair of lips would nibble a dangling earlobe. No attempt was made at overt sex. We simply enjoyed being two women in a night long embrace. As I opened my eyes just a little, I reached behind me to hopefully squeeze one of Claudette's...

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THree Months in Paris Part Five

The next morning I languidly fulfilled my beauty toilette and sorrowfully gazed upon my hair. Alas the set had run it's course. There was still some body left but the crisp controlled movements of my cut did not follow my wishes. Not knowing really what to do I took a few rollers from the set Claudette had given me and while my hair was still damp, I rolled as best I could some rollers into the lower sides of my do. I hoped that this little help would bring back the sexy underoll on my...

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Paris Part 4

Paris: Part Four: I was about to go out onto the streets of Paris looking like Myl?ne Farmer. Suddenly a ridiculous fear hit me, what if someone recognised me? Seriously? In a city of over 2 million people in which I almost knew 2 people personally I was worried someone might recognise me? What if someone works out you are a man? I didn't even think of myself as a man anymore! How could I? The wig made my hair look like a woman's hair and my make up and clothes hid any other v...

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Dont Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 46 Aug 1944 Liberation of Paris

This chapter is actually the second half of the previous chapter covering the Battle of Paris and the uprising of the French resistance against their Gestapo masters. After reading a lot of different accounts of the Liberation of Paris, I have reached a conclusion that the entire affair was more political rather than military in nature. General De Gaulle was probably the most insubordinate son of a bitch in history with the way that he ignored his orders from General Eisenhower and decided...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 08

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Emma in Paris Ch 01

After 4 years in Paris it’s was time for Emma to go home to Sydney, she had come to Paris for only 1 year but stay longer than expected. She had attended school in Paris on an exchange program however while she was away her parents had broken up as expected. She was not devastated by the news as it was only a matter of time and while both were beginning new adventures, Emma decided that she would finish her final year of school in Paris. Emma was living with a wealthy couple, Vivian and Marcel...

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A sexy weekend in Paris

Ian glanced across at Susie. He looked at her in profile, her beautiful young face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair. Aware of his look, Susie turned her head slowly towards him. Her small, white, even teeth glistened as she flashed him a delicious smile, a smile that made his heart thump and his cock jerk. For a moment, he was distracted by the French countryside flashing by behind her head as the Eurostar train they were on rushed towards Paris. Looking at...

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Three Months in Paris Part Two

"Let's make you even happier, Wendy. On the way to dinner we will stop by the Salon de Coiffure - Renee Garnier and we shall BOTH make appointments for tomorrow. I am one of Silvia's best customers and she will surely work us into her schedule. Would you like that, mon cherie? "Oh yes, Claudette. I would like nothing more. Having you to introduce me to the Salon will be a great relief for me." "I thought it might. We wouldn't want pretty Wendy to be nervous in her first appointment...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of ParisChapter 4 The Public Library

Friday, September 13th, 2013 – Paris, Texas There was an away game, so there was no cheerleading practice this afternoon. I missed those sweet, young Lionesses, and their even sweeter cooches. Every afternoon this week, just like last week, I had spent it with the cheerleaders, fucking one of them behind the bleachers, while the others practiced. It was an arrangement we reached; I had been disrupting their practices too much, so the girls started drawing straws to see who would keep me...

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A Rainy Night in ParisChapter 8

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An Evening In Paris Ten Years Later Part 3

We had said goodbye to our new friends Friday at lunch before they all left for their homes. We had a leisurely dinner at the little bistro in the hotel that night. Our vacation together was starting and I was happily in love with the woman in the bed. We had been very close friends for over ten years. We fell asleep in each other’s arms after making love. Sometime during the night, Shelley had gotten up and put on a pair of red lace panties. It was early Saturday morning and the sun was just...

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An Evening In Paris Ten Years Later Part 3

We had said goodbye to our new friends Friday at lunch before they all left for their homes. We had a leisurely dinner at the little bistro in the hotel that night. Our vacation together was starting and I was happily in love with the woman in the bed. We had been very close friends for over ten years. We fell asleep in each other’s arms after making love. Sometime during the night, Shelley had gotten up and put on a pair of red lace panties. It was early Saturday morning and the sun was just...

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Erotic Evening in Paris

The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recognize him? He heard she had gained some weight since they were last together in New York in the summer of 2001. She had married some wall...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10 The Bride

Introduction: The ghost takes a bride and her sister on her wedding day! The Devils Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Ten: The Bride Thursday, September 19th, 2013 Paris, Texas You dirty slut, Happy giggled. The reverends adulterous wife was sprawled on Franny Reynolds bed, her best friend and one of her many lovers. I used to think Happy was a shrewish prude, but after I molested her in the middle of her husbands church service, I...

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“Pardonnez-moi, Mademoiselle I would like to book a direct flight going to Manila tonight if possible.” she shyly inquired of the woman at the ticket counter in her limited French.“Oui Mademoiselle, let me check our schedules,” the pleasant lady at the counter said smiling at her.“Merci.”“Mademoiselle, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any available direct flights going to Manila tonight. What we do have is a five-hour stopover in Singapore going to Manila, and the earliest scheduled is tomorrow...

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