Letters From A Friend In Paris - Letters 10 free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

Having left Louisa's bedroom and crept back to my own. At dawn, I was awakened by soft lips sweetly sucking mine. It was my darling Louisa.

'Harry, my love, you must surely have slept enough we are just going to have luncheon.'

'Indeed, is it so late?' said I returning her embrace. Her hand wandered beneath my clothes and encountered my lordly prick in all its glory. She squeezed it with her soft hand and I pulled her into bed with me, gently pushing her down upon it and lifting up her petticoats. Her cunt was already moist with the excitement of kissing and feeling me. I rubbed the head of my cock a few times up and down between her lips then, gently gliding it into her longing cunt, enjoyed a charming fuck. Time would not allow us to linger over the enrapturing joys, so after a few entrancing squeezes, she let me go, gave me a loving kiss, shook her petticoats down, begged me not to be late, and left me to my toilet operations. On descending I was warmly welcomed, and everyone hoped I had quite recovered from my indisposition of yesterday. I thanked them and said that my long night's rest had completely restored me. I sat down by the side of my hostess and opposite Sophie, scrutinizing her more closely than I had before now.

There she sat, apparently all innocent gaiety. Indeed, to look at the whole family, no one could possibly imagine there could be the slightest impropriety of conduct between any of them. They seemed to be all fully aware of the advantage of apparent correctness of conduct in public, having every facility at night for the wildest indulgence of every lascivious and incestuous delight. Nothing that passed indicated in the slightest degree the wild orgies I was sure they indulged in; all was quiet enjoyment and light, agreeable, witty conversation, without the slightest freedom of improper allusions.

I could not but admire their good sense in this. It rendered their abandonment to all the waywardness of lust doubly enjoyable. I conformed myself to this line of conduct but determined to become a general participator in the more hidden proceedings of the whole family.

I fancied there was a warmer interest in me on the part of Mamma, but this might be only the effect of the judicious flattery I had poured into her willing ear while photographing her. I determined to press matters home at the slightest opportunity.

Not long after luncheon I joined Fred and remarked, 'I saw such a charming sight yesterday-two beautiful young women with their clothes up, and their hairy cunts laid bare to the inspection of a very handsome young man, who was wonderfully like you, my dear Fred. He kissed those beautiful cunts and then they all rose and disappeared among the bushes, with what intent you best know, but I definitely recognized your sisters before they were obscured by the bushes. Never look confused, my dear fellow, you only did what I have often done myself, and I love you for it. Which sister do you like best?'

'You are right,' he rejoined. 'Chance has made you acquainted with a family secret, and on the terms, we now stand, I will confess that your conjecture is quite true. I have had, and have both my sisters, but the one who gives and receives the most pleasure is my darling Louisa.'

'Ah, how true that is; for you must know, my dear Fred, that I too have long enjoyed the delicious charms of your lovely sister in every way, and one great reason of my seeking you was that we might revel together in all the lascivious delights she can so well impart.'

He was somewhat taken aback at my frank avowal, but instantly recovered and admitted that it was not at all to be wondered at, although he had not suspected anything of the sort from the discreet conduct of both of us since I had been in the house. He had watched and observed a total absence of anything like familiarity, but it was quite natural that it should be so, as Louisa was of too warm a disposition not to have had some lover or other while in Paris.

'Was Tom at all aware of your intimacy?'

'No, not in the least degree.'

'I am glad of that,' said he.

I told him that, after what I had seen, I was no longer certain that he passed every night with Louisa, as she had so pertinaciously refused to allow me to come to her in the night.

'Now, my dear Fred, I know enough of Louisa's extreme lasciviousness to be sure that she would like nothing better than to have us both together, although naturally enough, she did not like to let me know of her having a brother for a lover as well as myself. You must arrange that we both sleep with her tonight and that she may expect us; I will give her a hint of what has passed between us, and tell her what to do. Don't make any difficulties, my dear fellow,' I said, as I saw he was about to do so, doubtless from knowing that we might be surprised together by the father.

At that moment I described the carriage coming up the avenue.

'There they are, returning from their afternoon drive,' I said. 'Let us go down to meet them.'

And off I ran down the stairs. By the time we got to the door, the carriage was about to draw up, and we were just in time to hand the ladies out. Louisa came last, and as Fred had taken Mamma, and Papa had taken Sophie, Louisa was, so to say, left alone with me. I seized the moment to murmur a particular wish for her to find an opportunity after dinner for us to be alone together for a few minutes, as I had something urgent to say to her. She promised immediately to do so.

After dinner, as it was a lovely evening with brilliant moonlight, we sat out on the terrace before the drawing-room windows, and afterward began strolling backward and forwards.

Louisa, after being first with one and then another, at last, came to me, and, lingering behind the rest, we were left out of earshot. I grasped the opportunity, at once told her I had seen Fred and had proposed we should both come to her tonight, for I had also informed him of our intimacy in Paris; that he was not at all angry about it, but thought it was quite natural, especially as I had pointed out from the belvedere the spot where I had seen him kissing his two sisters' cunts to let him know that I was aware of his fucking them, but that I had not said a word about being hidden in the room.

She was glad of this and was equally delighted at the pleasure we should all have together.

'But what if Papa should come in the morning?'

'Well, never mind, shove me into the closet, and let Fred say he is too tired for more. He can come into the dressing-room, shutting the door of communication, and thus let me out as he retires. After what will have occurred, he will have no compunction.'

Thus all was arranged. After the household had retired to rest Fred came to me, and we both immediately proceeded to dear Louisa, who was lying stark naked, all ready and impatient to begin love's combats, and completely prepared to prove herself more than equal to our united exertions in lustful exercises.

As we had only our light dressing robes, we were as naked as her in an instant, and after a triple cuddle and kisses, we proceeded to a delicious gamahuche. Just before we began, dear Louisa, having both our stiff, erect pricks in her hands, examined and compared them, declaring she could not say which was superior to the other and that either was enough to content any woman; therefore how happy she ought to be in having both. She gave them each a loving kiss and a suck. Then Fred lay down on his back on the bed while Louisa knelt down between his legs and commenced sucking his prick in earnest, her magnificent buttocks projecting over the side of the bed. I sat down on a chair, which brought my mouth on a level with her delicious and hairy cunt. I thrust my tongue well up between her moist and pouting lips, and after a few minutes, I transferred it to the smaller rosy orifice, which thus lubricated made way for my finger, with which I frigged her exquisite bottom-hole, while I returned to the original entrance, which was gaping and longing for my gamahuching.

Her own fingers were doubly employed on the root and balls of Fred's prick with one hand, while with the other she drove postillion into his bottom, and her eager lips were sucking his wildly excited prick.

This stimulation soon produced its natural result. Fred was the first to yield nature's balmy tribute, but as Louisa eagerly swallowed it down, she herself gave way, with such wild action of her wriggling arse that I had great difficulty keeping my active tongue in; but come at last she did, with a scream of delight, and such a flood of delicious creamy spunk as showed what a state of lascivious lust she was in. She resumed, without moving, her suction of Fred's prick, but as soon as she found it sufficiently erect, which was hardly more than the space of a couple of minutes, she jumped up and told me to lie down on my back. She straddled me and, taking my hard, standing prick in her hand, she guided it to her well-wetted cunt, and sinking her upright body down upon it, engulfed it up to the roots at a single plunge. Then rising and sinking once or twice to completely seat herself and put my prick at its ease, she brought her body down on my belly, and first kissing me lovingly, and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, she raised her buttocks up until I was nearly withdrawn.

Fred, who had scrambled up behind us, saw the movement, immediately applied his prick to her rosy arsehole and, gently pushing, glided up to the hilt in that rapture-giving recipient of Priapus. As he passed over the nut of my prick he gave it the most delicious and exciting sensation. As soon as he was in, I raised my buttocks and followed suit in the lower cavity and for a few minutes, we were satisfied to rest tranquil and quietly enjoy the exciting throbbings of our pricks against each other, the very thin partition between them not being sensibly apparent. Dear Louisa, too, never ceased those exquisite squeezes of both cunt and bottom, for which she was so distinguished.

Of course, this tranquil enjoyment could not continue but rather acted as a spur to further efforts. We soon began more active operations. Dear Louisa, sandwiched as she was between us, beyond continued and delicious pressures and that indescribable interior peristaltic sort of motion of the inner folds of her most charming cunt, was naturally otherwise almost passive, leaving the active part to the two excited pricks laboring within her.

As I thought of the exciting incestuous prick that was fucking her arse and seconding my every move, I became wild with lust and, as I had not as yet spent, I gave down my tribute to Venus before Fred was ready. But my excitement had produced its natural effect on the salacious temperament of Louisa, who, feeling from the increased stiffness of my prick that I was coming, spent with me with such excessive lust that she bit my shoulder till it bled. Fred, not being ready, continued his operations, which almost instantly, by their action on my somewhat relaxed member, brought me again up to the scratch.

Needless to say, nothing could be more agreeable to Louisa than this continued action. She was always ready, and I believe would have taken six pricks, one after the other, and only liked it the better. Fred, this time, came before me and enabled Louisa again to satisfy her raging lust in another deluge of sperm.

I continued the active movements as Fred had done before and, further reserving myself until Fred should again be ready to spend, we enabled the enraptured Louisa to have another spend before she again joined us, when all three died away in the utmost agony of satisfied lust. This time we remained for fully a quarter of an hour soaking in the blissful imprisonment of those two delicious entrances into the innermost temple dedicated to our blessed Lady Venus.

We rose and for a time relieved that dear delicious creature, who declared that the real erotic pleasure was only obtainable when two pricks were at work at once within her and that, for her part, she would like to have a third to suck.

'And, here, Fred, let me have suck at yours before you lave yourself. I love the bitter flavor my bottom gives it.'

And suck she did, while I laved myself in icy cold water, not for purification, but as a stimulant to the nervous system. When Louisa had sucked Fred clean, I advised him to do so too for similar reasons. Louisa followed our example, which had the effect also of cooling our heated bodies.

After the rapid maneuvers we had just been practicing, we were not immediately ready, but, to ease the furious passion of lust to which we had raised Louisa, we gamahuched her in turns while she sucked the other's prick.

We thus made the amorous creature again spend twice before we began another encounter. I begged that this time I should go into her arsehole.

We had a most delicious orgy, as, again with my fingers, I made his libidinous sister spend twice to our once. After soaking in bliss for some time, we renewed operations after changing places.

I was right in saying that the idea of the incest would act on the imagination. Never did I fuck with more energy. Fred seconded me admirably, while his fingers never ceased frigging his sister's cunt. She again spent twice to our once, and then exhausted sought repose, and sank unconsciously into slumber.

After a good rest, we awoke and we both came out with a loud 'plop' as if a cork had been withdrawn from a tightly-corked bottle. Then followed a loud burst of wind from the dear girl's bottom.

So we jumped up and laughingly hurried on our robes, saying it was evidently time to be off, as the morning gun had fired.

She laughed heartily at the idea, but suddenly, lifting up my dressing gown, she gave me a good sharp slap on the bottom for my impudence in alluding to what she called the accident of moving out of bed.

We happily regained our rooms unobserved.

Harry

-------

Notes;

1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.

2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.

3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book).

4. The letters were written by a friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry's studio to have their portrait taken, but while there, one thing leads to another, and randy Harry's life becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before porn videos, before porn movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day readers - in more ways than one. The anonymously written "Letters from a Friend in Paris" was first published in 1874. This novel in the form of letters is a great example of classic Victorian erotica.

-->

Same as Letters from a Friend in Paris - letters 10 Videos

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 08

I found myself the guest of the most charming and agreeable family. The father was a fine, handsome man of fifty-one years of age. His wife, quite younger to him, was becoming plump. She was, however, evidently in the full force of health and strength, and although somewhat too prominent in bosom and belly, one could see by her remarkably fine arms how firm her flesh was. It was evident also that her arse must be of stupendous proportions. Her step was firm and elastic, her feet small, and...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 12

Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participator in the incestuous joys of this delightful family, I sank into deep a slumber and slept the sleep of the just. We were all late for breakfast the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 17

LETTER XVII You would have been somewhat surprised, my dear Charlie, at the sudden end to my last letter, but it was already unconscionably long. I was tired and had still to tell of the delicious proceedings of that night, so I determined to withhold them for another letter. With this explanation, I shall resume the current of my amorous adventures. I left off after having inserted my bursting prick into the divine bottom-hole of the beautiful youth while dear Mamma, who was similarly...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letter4

You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don’t do so anymore, but come over to see me, and I will do it for you as you did it for me when we crept into each other’s beds at school. But I have more adventures to...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letter5

A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry’s studio I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don’t think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces. Louisa excelled herself in the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 15

I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time. Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevolent intent of favoring Louisa and Tom. We led the way to the nearest summer-house, and left them to their own enjoyment, keeping watch the while to...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 13

The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor. Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 14

While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of the house, apparently intensely gazing at some object in the distance. I called to her and she turned for an instant, shaking her hand at me, as much...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 16

LETTER XVI Harry's de***********ion of Louisa's and Tom's departure for their honeymoon is lacking. Her absence is felt. We had a rather silent dinner, the absence of dear Louisa weighing upon us, and we missed the liveliness and wit for which she was distinguished. After coffee we sat down to a quiet game of whist, previous to which Fred had seized the opportunity of our going together to the terrace to tell me that his father had whispered to Sophie that he should sleep with her that...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 11

It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit. Under the pretence of a bilious headache, I begged them also not to disturb me for breakfast, but to make my excuses and request that I might be left in quiet, as I had had a very restless night, which was true enough. So after allaying my exhaustion with a delicious cup of cafe au lait, I sank into the deepest and most...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 19

The next day, shortly after our arrival at home, Mamma disappeared. We knew it was to enjoy her charming page and to give him her first fruits after her late clearing out. Sophie slyly asked if Fred and I would not like to follow so good an example. After such a challenge, we could not but accept it. So going up to the hut where I had first enjoyed her after her loving Papa had taken precedence, we gratified the dear creature with two double fucks, each enjoying both channels. After which we...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 18

I got back to my room without being observed, chuckling over the fact that I was now completely initiated in all the mysteries of the family, and was an accepted participator in all the exquisite excesses of their incestuous intercourse; yet still there wanted the complete enlightenment of both Papa and Mamma as to my relations with both Fred and Sophie. Mamma, who was as capricious as a young beauty of twenty, had taken a fancy to have Fred the following night, and Papa had been so...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 09

I was obliged to break off my last letter, as the recollection of those two lovely creatures posing their naked and beautiful forms, all unconscious of a witness to their incestuous proceedings was too exciting for me to continue the de***********ion that day. Now that I am in a cooler mood, I will give you further details of the delicious scenes of which I was an eye-witness. A few minutes passed in mutual admiration of their enchanting forms. Louisa then taking the splendid prick of her...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter1

During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from money and other things I also found a hump of books, dairies and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must read for all erotica lovers. I want to share them on this site, If you will permit it. i am seeking your permission This is One such...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter3

-------------------- LETTER 3 After the scene last described I passed a very restless night, in which I studiously avoided any sort of pressure on my unruly organ. Next morning I was in a sad state of burning desire. I sat before the fire, finishing the picture of Tom for Louisa and then she came, looking more beautiful than ever, with a certain languid air, which made me suppose that she too had passed a restless night after our exciting work yesterday morning and my detailed...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter2

----------------------------- LETTER 2 To really emit is to spoil the thing. Of course, such a scene as I had under my eyes in photographing the secret charms of dear Louisa threw all my philosophy to the winds and, as soon as I was alone, I could not refrain from frigging myself until a copious discharge relieved me from my extreme excitement. I also confess that once, I became so awfully hard when reading Petronius, where the tutor seduces his beautiful pupil after dinner when the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

The Day I came home from school to fuck Paris

This is the sequel to the day I met Paris. Here's the link to the Day I met Paris if you want to read ithttp://xhamster.com/user/dbaker2k10/posts/386409.htmlI'm enjoying my freshman year at the University of Michigan, banging other girls and doing well in the classroom. I made the dean's list with a 3.85 GPA. Paris was always on my mind, when I graduated in December of my senior year of high school. I knew that I was going to miss her tall, and very busty frame, and I missed fucking her too.One...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Leslie In Paris

Leslie's Week in Paris by B. Willow My name is Leslie Phips. I'm a 30-year-old male working for an investment company. Work has been absolutely hell lately. Stocks have been on a roller coaster and my clients have been demanding, nervous, and edgy. I've come to hate coming to work and need a break. I have eight days of vacation coming and I need a change of pace and place. It's March, and I decided to go to Paris. My vacation starts the first week in May. A week ago, I asked...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Making Paris Hilton My Bitch

The rich heiress followed in the path made by her bulky muscle bond protector to the bar, swaying her hips trying to catch the eyes of several younger men watching her every move. She wore a simple Playboy shirt and jeans, the top of her breasts looking extremely inviting. Once she reached the bar she ordered a screaming orgasm, how ironic thought Jason. “A complementary drink for your friend Miss Hilton” asked Jason handing the drinks out. She peered at Jason obviously finding him...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Three Months in Paris

I am 67 years old. My loving wife of oh, so many years, died last year. She loved me so much. And I her. She even tolerated a few quirks of mine. Believe it or not, I am have been a closet cross dresser throughout our whole marriage. I think she guessed, but never said a word. I was too chicken to come out in the open with her. But she knew. After many years we found out that our best sex was when we both played around with a lipstick. Not sure how it started but at first she...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Jean Exposed in Paris Chapter 1

The early June weather in New York City was a perfect send off to my much-anticipated rendezvous with my husband, Jacque, who was on an extended business trip in Paris.  We had spent many days apart over the last few months while he traveled to both London and Paris, and I had to stay home for work and family obligations.  But the longing to be in Paris and to rejoin him was finally over and my flight from La Guardia to Charles de Gaulle was tonight. I spent the previous day in Manhattan...

Exhibitionism
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

The Day I Met Paris

It all begin my senior year of high school. I was getting ready to graduate early, so I can head to the University of Michigan, a semester early. One day in English, the English teacher assigned us our seats. So, he made me sit in the back, since I was 6'7. So, during the first 15 minutes of class, a very,very pretty, busy mulatto girl walked in. The instructor sent her to the back to sit next to me since she was 6 feet tall. She sat next to me, and said:"Hi, my name is Paris, what's yours?" I...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 356
  • 0

Paris in Prison

Paris in Prison Life was just so stressful lately. Really mean people were so jealous of Paris that they had? forced her to live in a tiny room and even dress in orange just because she had ignored a few silly laws. The darling diva had actually cried during the first days of her incarceration. She felt so misunderstood.?  She worked very hard at being a privileged pampered princess. Everyone liked to look at her and she did her best to give them a good show. The Sheriff had understood...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Valentines Day Sex Story with Paris

I kissed her face from above, kissing it all over as her body squirmed in front of me. My hands wandered down her face and neck until they reached her nipples, still kissing her my fingers teased her breasts. Her hips started to buck ever so slightly. Moving around the table I pulled a chair up to the left of her and started to suck her nipples. Kneeling on the chair I leant over her and softly bit and sucked as my hand massaged her ample breasts. It was our first Valentine’s Day together....

Love
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Paris is Not Just a City in France

It’s something about sucking a massive dick at work in the employee bathroom knowing your about to get caught that turns me on. I hear the voices in the kitchen. Management going up and down the stairs, servers trying to get into the bathroom and it’s time for us to get on the floor. But yet I am in the bathroom, on my knees taking a co-workers dick in my mouth. He’s semi-hard and it touches my throat. I’m excited about when it gets harder. I hear him let out a soft moan of pleasure so I know...

Oral Sex
1 year ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Breakfast in Paris

"This is so cool," I said with a giggle. "First class and everything!" "Hey!" Robert grinned at me. "I told you, my parents are taking care of us, baby." "Let's see..." A smiling flight attendant looked at my boarding pass. "You're in 3A, that's on the left. We'll be serving a champagne breakfast in the lounge shortly after take-off." "Great!" I couldn't stop smiling as I looked around the cabin. This was the day after the best day of my life. "We're on our...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 12
  • 0

An Evening In Paris Ten Years Later

If you read my earlier story of Shelley and me, you would know we never stayed together, but went our separate ways. This story is about an encounter that was planned to celebrate Shelley and my first evening in Paris. It is dedicated to Shelley in her memory. Over the years, Shelley and I kept in touch through phone calls from work or as technology improved e-mails. Our devotion to each other never waned. We still loved each other but from a distance. Fate intervened ten years after our loving...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

An Evening In Paris Ten Years Later

If you read my earlier story of Shelley and me, you would know we never stayed together, but went our separate ways. This story is about an encounter that was planned to celebrate Shelley and my first evening in Paris. It is dedicated to Shelley in her memory. Over the years, Shelley and I kept in touch through phone calls from work or as technology improved e-mails. Our devotion to each other never waned. We still loved each other but from a distance. Fate intervened ten years after our loving...

Anal
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Dont Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 45 Aug 1944 French Resistance Uprising in Paris

Adolf Hitler – August 1944 “Defend Paris to the last, destroy all bridges over the Seine and devastate the city.” A black and white film titled “Is Paris Burning” is a quasi-documentary produced as a French/American project about the liberation of Paris in August 1944 by the French Resistance and the assistance of Free French Forces during World War II. If you are an Amazon Prime member, you can watch this film for free. There are multiple street scenes of Paris spliced into the film...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

An Evening in Paris

Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be compressed in time? I have an expression I use, “I spent a week there one night.” I had one of those weeks happen to me about 30 years ago. It is something I will never forget. I look upon it today and feel it was one of the best times in my life. It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

The Wolves of Paris

-Charles Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities" *** Gévaudan, France, 1769: In the village, a man was dying. Antoine Chastel drew water from the well and went inside. His father lay in the inn's largest room, a single candle lit, Bible open on his lap. He slept feverishly. Antoine wiped his brow with a wet cloth and Jean Chastel's eyes opened. He spoke between labored breaths. "I thought…you had left." Antoine shook his head. "Not until you're well." "I will not be well...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Paris The City of Light Lust

If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean. – General Charles de Gaulle * * * As Nicole stood looking out the full-length window of her Paris loft, she reflected on the changes the city had gone through over the past few years. It was the Spring of 1943, and life for Nicole had changed since the Germans stormed into and occupied Paris, the city she loved since first discovering it as a child. Gazing out the...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

An Evening in Paris

Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be compressed in time? I have an expression I use; “I spent a week there one night.” I had one of those weeks happen to me about 30 years ago. It is something I will never forget. I look upon it today and feel it was one of the best times in my life. It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost...

Taboo
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 38
  • 0

Sixthirty Sleeper to Paris

Harry hated flying. He always travelled across continental Europe by train just to avoid flying. He looked around the waiting lounge in Rome's central rail station. It was busier than he expected. He'd never known a sleeper service this busy. The conductor called for holders of first-class ticket with priority boarding on the overnight service to Paris. Harry stood and walked over to him, dragging his luggage trolley in his wake, and handed over his ticket. "Busy service tonight," he said...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 40
  • 0

Youll Always Have Paris

The harvest moon shines down on me as I duck through a hole in a fence that was once at least partially mine. I look around to make sure no one is out here to see me. Except for the occasional sounds of the farm animals and the insects, the night is silent so I move on. I cross into the cornfield and notice that the corn is already thick and very high. I try very hard not to make any noise as I stealthily move through the stalks of ripenening corn. In the center of the field there's a small...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Insane masturbation to Paris HIlton yesterday

Felt like a big Paris day and wanted to have a MASTURBATION-THON so I wrote down everything.Started at 8AM and came to a pic of her in my sisters Star magazine at 8:259:43 started again to her on a DVR TMZ episode. Big load11:33 Saw new pics I found and loaded in Paris pic section. Dropped TWO loads back to back on Paris.I guess masturbating so much I continue to be horny. 12:40 watching One Night in Paris Vid. Come to Paris at 12:56.2:03 blow my load to Paris on a printed pic of her in white...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Paris

Paris. "We'll always have Paris." Oh please! Have you no concept of why the English and Americans, who have hardly ever been to Paris or at best spent no more than a day in it, come up with bullshit like that? Or of why the most famous French quotation about Paris, in a country not known for its early risers, is "Paris appartient ? ceux qui se l?vent t?t."? There was an English joke that hinted at the truth: "How many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris?" The answer was "I don't kn...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

A Night in Paris

author’s note: this story gets rather extreme… I’m not sure why, I think that maybe I just really don’t like Paris Hilton and it started coming out in the story or something… but if you’re looking for a nice, sweet story involving her having romantic sex… uh… I’d wait for someone else to write it. it’s not here. * * * * * ‘Oh my god,’ exclaimed Ted, his bright blue eyes riveted to some amazing scene across the room. ‘What?’ asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

Paris Match The Soundtrack

Paris Match The SoundtrackTrack 1 Paris Match (Style Council)My flight touched down shortly after seven in the evening. I grappled with my small suitcase and the emotions of both fear and excitement. I was anxious to clear the chaos of airport customs and head for the business district of Paris. It had been over twenty years since my last visit to the French capital and I had forgotten how rude people really were. Without much help from the natives I managed to find the correct train and...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 51
  • 0

Paris Partie 1 sur 3

Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Jean Exposed in Paris Chapter 3

I woke from a blissful nap, naked and splayed out on top of the bed.  My inner labia still swollen and lubricated from my afternoon activities.  I slowly sat up and was startled to find a brass Bellman’s cart placed near the foot of the bed holding a single garment bag.  A now familiar calligraphy-labeled note card sat on top of the comforter and a new bottle of opened champagne on the bedside table. I wondered if it was Michel who again let himself into the suite to deliver these newest...

Exhibitionism
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Naked in Paris

“Veronika, I love you.”I sat bolt upright, looking at my beloved Mistress. It truly felt as if an electric shock had passed through my body, and my eyes teared up. Finally, I looked down, bit my lip, then moved down the bed towards her feet and held my forehead to her right foot in a strong gesture of submission.She pulled me up to her and stroked my head. “Sit up, my lovely slave. Sit up and let me hug you, beloved, for you are that, too: slave and loved one, both.”I slowly moved up next to...

True
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

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...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

Paula the orgy in Paris

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...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

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

Salt and Pepper, Sugar and Spice Chapter 8 Two Girls in Paris On Monday, Jason walked into the apartment, and said to Ronnie, "Well, how long do you want to spend in France?" "Why?" "Well, I have all summer. They didn't understand, and figured that the job wasn't that important to me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. With their attitude, I figure I wouldn't have been happy there any way." Ronnie wrapped her arms...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

How I Came To Be Me Part 2 Paris

I'd been working out religiously for four months, eating better, feeling good about myself. I could feel and see the changes in my body as did others. I wasn't the plain girl next door anymore. I was fit and becoming more confident. People complimented me asking if I'd lost weight; they could see it in my face. Guys asked me out who weren't losers. I was loving my new body. The changes I'd made boosted my confidence through the roof. Before, when someone screwed up my coffee order, I'd...

Lesbian
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 33
  • 0

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...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

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...

Office Sex
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 36
  • 0

Dun and Dusted Part I Book 7 of Poachers Progress Chapter 7 Paris The Sorbonne

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...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

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...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

A BiAmerican in Paris Ch 11

Meagan called me into her office for two reasons. First to let me know that her time was up in the Paris office, the second reason was to tell me that I had a meeting with the prospect in Nice this Wednesday. ‘Walt it has been great working with you and you have a done an excellent job here. Keep up the good work and I’m sure that you will be made partner when your Paris stint is over.’ Meagan was so professional that she did not even mention the great sex we had over the past several months....

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

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...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

The Island Resort of Paris

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...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

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...

Love Stories
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 34
  • 0

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...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

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...

Love Stories
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 41
  • 0

Well Always Have Paris

This Story is written by Patricia51 and Katherine-T 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...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

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...

Exhibitionism

Porn Trends