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The first time I saw her was at a small Parisian bistro, walking distance from the Louvre. Le Petit Flore on Rue Croix des Petits Champs, a favorite of mine. Unpretentious and inexpensive. The day had been moody, despite being the first day of summer. It was, in fact, that moodiness which first drew me to her, the sun suddenly bursting from the clouds, illuminating her, setting her fiery mane ablaze. The sudden image of a moth fluttering too near a candle flame gave me but a moment’s pause as I stopped on the sidewalk to soak in the sight of her.
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...
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...
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....-...
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...
As told by a real hotwife:I was beside myself, consumed by that now too familiar mixture of nerves, excitement, and even some feelings of shame. The latter being remnants of a strong Baptist upbringing.We weren’t scheduled to fly into Portland for another month but I had already put an ad in craigslist and again on the Paris theater’s own website. The Paris was, if not the nastiest, then certainly one of this country’s top five. It consistently ranked close to the top of Dr Lizardo’s national...
Paris: Part Three: My first thought on waking to find all my clothes had gone except the boxer shorts I was wearing was what the hell happened last night? I had met with Serge's friend Jane and we had had drunken anal sex together. I was in her bed, which had salmon pink silk sheets, in a room which had flowery wallpaper with a white background and matching curtains. I had a raging headache and someone had drawn back the curtains. Jane's room had a wooden floor, like most...
For me, he is Paris and cigarettes.He takes me to a time when I was younger and the world was gritty: a time of experimentation and wonder.I have not passed into antiquity, but I have passed into experience. When he comes to me, I return to that raw, passionate time. He takes me back. Back to first times. Newness. Introductions. To the me that was purely myself. He transports me. It is his time now, as it once was mine. He makes me remember. My body remembers. My senses remember. Why Paris?It...
SeductionParis walked in one hip at a time, cell phone tight to one ear. She gave the room the once over, sweeping her gaze past him and deposited her tiny white hand bag in the chair by the door. She continued talking, smacking her gum as she did so, walking around the room and looking at the paintings that hung from each wall. He watched her move, his face showing that he was equally unimpressed, in spite of the fact that he was admiring the softly rounded curves of her figure beneath her...
He arrived at the airport a little early. So after picking up his ticket, and checking his bags, he decided to sit down and read the paper till his flight was called. He was tired, and it was going to be a long flight. The fight with his wife the night before hadn't helped much. " Oh well ", he thought. " I'll sleep on the plane." He had all the extra work for his meeting caught up, so he could relax on the flight over. He took this trip for the annual stockholder's meeting once a year...
Book Three: The Rogue's Passionate Harem Chapter Ten: Devouring Flames By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Priestess's Lie Zanyia The cloud of insects surged down at me, hungry. The world grew darker, an artificial night falling on me. My skin crawled. My stomach tightened. The swarm came at me from every direction. My tail swished. I had to go somewhere. I didn't want to get devoured but— Purple sprang around me....
The Royalty of the Dark were once Angels. Betrayal sent them to Hell, but it was Hell that corrupted them. They are the original Fallen. Other Angels have been corrupted by Hell since, but none can compare to the Original Ten. They are to be scorned. They are to be pitied.-A scrap of Parchment that burned at Alexandria Devnik I had almost forgotten. Strange really ... how I could have almost forgotten. Like a piece of gristle between a tooth, or a pain that lingered and wouldn't go away,...
It was in the beginning of spring. I was travelling to Paris for a week, wanting to enjoy a solitary trip to this destination that was both familiar and unpredictable. I arrived in the afternoon. The first thing I felt stepping out in the street was the warmth of the sun on my hair. I touched it and in a second, a slight shiver traversed my body. I felt new and beautiful in this town that was not mine. My hotel was situated in the vicinity of the Tuileries Gardens. I was given a room with a...
As written by a real hotwife:The Paris was one of the few actual porn theaters left in the country. Most are now small spaces with a mixture of novelties, kinky attire, video booths and theater rooms. Very few are old fashioned movie houses. Like the drive in movie, they are a dying breed.When I entered for the first time, at that point in my life, I was a veteran of sex in movie houses, glory holes, swingers parties, hotel parties, and a variety of other unique venues. The Paris is not a place...
Chapter OneI don't and never have thought of myself as gay or bisexual. Inwardly I recoil from the very word lesbian, with its albeit outdated connotations of manly clothes and bad haircuts. Nevertheless, I do have to admit that not only do I have a story to tell of an encounter with another woman, but if I’m honest I have to admit that even now, nearly a year later, it is still my sexiest memory and my favourite fantasy all rolled into one. Samantha had been a friend for two or three years....
NovelsLooking at the pictures from Tuesday night, I wondered what was going through your mind at the time. I wondered what might’ve of happened if we had more time. I wondered if you were even aware. Thinking back…I know you were. Ever since the first time I sucked your dick I wanted more. Mainly because I’m just a plain freak. In my eyes, I’d rather be a freak with someone I have a tight relationship with that can’t be broken then some random dude. But you would never let me have more. At first that...
Oral SexParis: Part Two: I had looked at a map of the RER and of the Metro before getting to Paris and immediately concluded that a taxi was going to be the quickest way for me to get from the Gare de Lyon to Pigalle where I was due to meet Serge. I was due to meet with him at a club where he worked and then stay with him for a few days whilst deciding whether to find a job in Paris or return home to England. The taxi driver did not seem to understand my request for him to take me...
The first time I saw her was at a small Parisian bistro, walking distance from the Louvre. Le Petit Flore on Rue Croix des Petits Champs, a favorite of mine. Unpretentious and inexpensive. The day had been moody, despite being the first day of summer. It was, in fact, that moodiness which first drew me to her, the sun suddenly bursting from the clouds, illuminating her, setting her fiery mane ablaze. The sudden image of a moth fluttering too near a candle flame gave me but a moment’s pause as I...
Straight SexThey say when I was born the fire exploded into a pillar up the chimney. That all the candles in the room melted into puddles. I do know that I have always felt fire or friction heat around me. As a child others were forbidden to play or even be around me. By the time I was five I could bring fire to me as if it was answering my call. I was tested by priests and a mage and both found no sign of evil or magic. My mother was the one to teach me control. I knew she was frightened and that she...
The shop fronts streamed past while our taxi made its way through the streets of Paris. We were on our way to what Emily described as an adult circus. She had a friend who was involved with the event and was able to get us prime tickets and it was all very hush hush.Emily gave me a cheeky smile as our eyes met.“Don’t worry, this is going to great!” she reassured me with a wicked smile.My eyes strayed down her long neck to where her breasts turned into an elegant cocktail dress. A surge of...
ExhibitionismAs told by a real hotwife:We stood on the corner of burnisde avenue and third street. I could see the Paris, almost directly across third. This section of Portland is what one might call seedy but I found it appealing, intoxicating. The combination of inhaled THC, alcohol, and that half a pot brownie was working it’s magic. I could already envision hungry hordes tearing my clothes off.Much to my surprise husband took my hand and led me away from the entrance, right past the long line of patrons...
That afternoon, after a lunch of bread and various salads and cold cuts, we wandered through some of the largest and most exclusive stores Paris had to offer. We had fun trying on dresses and suits and designer wear and pretending to be “it girls” on an outing from Chelsea. I noticed to my delight that Samantha’s eyes were definitely straying to the lingerie counters, she was hesitating slightly in front of shops displaying lingerie in the window and clearly hoping I would again bring up the...
LesbianSeated in the famous Champagne Bar of the Euorstar Terminal at London's St Pancras Station, Nick toyed with his champagne flute. With one eye on the giant overhead clock, he was getting anxious about the departure of the Paris train. Then he saw Cathy approaching. She looked stunning, turning several heads as she alighted from the escalator. She was wearing a long-sleeved double-breasted cerise suede jacket, nipped tight at the waist and flared out in pleats over her hips, the shortest-possible...
CrossdressingThe story below is a fantasy written for my current girlfriend a couple of years ago. She had to go for a 3-day business trip to Paris, we'd been together 3 months by then, and it was hot and it was rough and yet gentle, but there was one place I hadn't been allowed, and I was utterly gagging for her there! I thought a little story might help - the kind of thing she'd enjoyed me writing before, but with an added extra, with just enough detail missing so that her mind could wander wherever it...
Love StoriesCindi, my fiancée, and I were in Paris on a business/pleasure trip the night I stumbled upon the adult book/video store.After a day of business meetings, I wanted to stretch my legs and see what Paris had to offer, but Cindi begged off. "I don't feel like going out, but you go ahead. Come back and get me if you find anything interesting."I said, "Okay," never realizing what the night would bring.When I stepped out of the hotel into the balmy spring evening, I had no idea where I was going. I...
HardcoreNote: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this! Sven Falk I jumped back again, retreating before its swings. A purple ball of energy landed before the temple, spilling Zanyia out of it. My lamia slave gained her hands and knees, tail swishing. She had those katars thrusting out from her leather armor, but they would be equally as useless against Prince Meinard as my rapier. Then Nathalie burst out of the temple, still looking slender and girlish despite the ruby armor she wore. Ruddy orange...
Eli sat in the darkness of his living room repeating the night's events in his mind. The smell of her still intoxicating him. The smooth wet feeling of her womanhood against his hand. Her soft moans still echoing in his ears. His cock was extremely hard thinking of it all.He had to have her and the sooner the better. As he sat there pumping his cock to the memory, his orgasm was unlike any other. The exploding pleasure as he cried out during spilling his seed shocked him. No mortal nor...
SupernaturalSeated in the famous Champagne Bar of the Euorstar Terminal at London’s St Pancras Station, Nick toyed with his champagne flute. With one eye on the giant overhead clock, he was getting anxious about the departure of the Paris train. Then he saw Cathy approaching. She looked stunning, turning several heads as she alighted from the escalator. She was wearing a long-sleeved double-breasted cerise suede jacket, nipped tight at the waist and flared out in pleats over her hips, the...
The story below is a fantasy written for my current girlfriend a couple of years ago. She had to go for a 3-day business trip to Paris, we’d been together 3 months by then, and it was hot and it was rough and yet gentle, but there was one place I hadn’t been allowed, and I was utterly gagging for her there! I thought a little story might help – the kind of thing she’d enjoyed me writing before, but with an added extra, with just enough detail missing so that her mind could wander wherever it...
We were back in Paris. It had been year since we were last here and had visited a few of the echangiste swingers clubs. The Overside had been our favourite. We had a lot of fun there and we were up for more this time. We had noticed the Pluriel Club around the corner from where we were staying and I checked it out on the web. It looked good so, with a plan in mind, Tom and I headed down there one night. It was quite busy when we arrived and we wandered around checking out the crowd. A mixed...
I think that my slightly morose silence, particularly after my rather less than morose actions earlier, confused Samantha, and we spent a rather odd few hours wandering and shopping before a late coffee and sandwich in a street side café. At that point we perked up a bit and went back to Audrey Hepburn and Sophia Lauren. We returned to our room about sixish without any definite plans for the rest of the evening. I had given up thinking as it was giving me a headache and was not a little...
LesbianSamantha and I arrived into our truly magnificent hotel and were checked in and unpacking before midday Paris time. It was a large mini suite comprising a small sitting area with desk and two seat sofa, two double beds side by side and large bathroom with free standing bath and a shower and circular curtain rail over one end. My experience the night before and all the talk on the train seemed to have heightened my awareness of how we were going to deal with changing and dressing. Samantha was...
LesbianI didn't know the kid well; he just looked like a 12 year old skinny kid with shoulder length hair in a dirty mane. He lived under my apartment with his granny, and everyday he ruined the streets up and down doing mischief's, the police was already upset with him and the local judges were ready to put him in Juvenile at least until his 18 birthday. He was on the edge of the very bad future. I knew that only I with my powers had the chance to save him, and so I did intervene in...
We were back in Paris. It had been year since we were last here and had visited a few of the echangiste swingers clubs. The Overside had been our favourite. We had a lot of fun there and we were up for more this time. We had noticed the Pluriel Club around the corner from where we were staying and I checked it out on the web. It looked good so, with a plan in mind, Tom and I headed down there one night. It was quite busy when we arrived and we wandered around checking out the crowd. A mixed...
Group SexAnnie did her best to recall her memories of Paris when she was visiting student at the Sorbonne and wandered the familiar streets of Montmartre with a jaunty skip to her step. She remembered the amusing fact that she was not quite a blushing virgin in those days and had shamefully spread her legs for not just one charming male fellow student, but had also fallen under the wing of a sexually demanding mentor that shared the secrets of artistic composition providing she obeyed his whims for...
Your friends said you MUST visit this special Paris massage parlor. They refused to give you any details, but they promised you would not be sorry. The beautiful woman at the front desk of Chez Child checks your reservation and lets you into a small shower room. The room is warm and has bright lights for heating and tanning. You take off your skirt and blouse, and admire yourself in the mirror. Then you take off your heels, nylons, bra and panties. You put all of your clothes in a small...
Group SexLovers have their ways. Especially us. The romantic part of us preferred breathless phone conversations and instant messages that were just shy of a sexual invitation. The sentimental part of us tended to lounge into each other’s wavelength, fantasizing about our wonderful life ahead of us, just barley born. The perverted us, however, has a language in itself with a dialect of fetish and yearn. We were no exception to any rule of lovers. Although I drool over the dazzy love scenes and romantic...
Love StoriesThis is a completely fictional story and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. So, I’m resubmitting this story because I made a mistake in my first submission where I put a bit of part two into the file that I uploaded. I’ve removed that part and fixed a few minor errors I made in the story. Also, I’ve scrapped the original second part and am rewriting it completely since most of the surprise is pretty much already ruined. I appreciated all the comments I...
“Terry! Damn, watch what you’re doing.” The words were like nails on a chalkboard, wrenching her from the inky depths of peaceful sleep at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Desperately she tried to return to the dream, it had been wonderful, he had been wonderful. It was not to be though. The annoying sounds of whatever morons outside were tempting fate were like an alarm clock, a really irritating alarm clock that lacked a snooze button. Slowly her bedroom came into focus as her eyes opened...
HardcoreThe plane was just getting ready for takeoff and the captain dimmed the cabin lights. Basically, the only lights in the cabin were emanating from the small floor lights of the aisle. We settled back in our seats, and after an uneventful takeoff, the plane was airborne. Once the plane reached its cruising altitude, Mina approached me," Is there anything I can get you to drink right away?" " Um, I will just have a, uh, Miller Lite. Um, no glass," I replied. The skirt she was wearing...
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...
As told by a real hotwife:I waved Ted, or Fred or Red...still couldn’t remember his name, up to the platform. It was a well designed play space, about the same elevation as a pool table. I know this because I have been bent over a few in my younger days. Perfect for sitting on the edge and spreading my legs, or bending over doggy style, this, of course, depends on your suitor being of average height.He had to push his way to the front and I had to remind a few that I was in charge. The others...
Sam didn’t come out of the cubicle for about fifteen minutes and, when she did, she was still red in the face. She strode across the floor, not breaking step as she returned the items to the counter and made straight out the exit without glancing back to see if I was with her. I wasn’t too sure what to say or how to react and didn’t get much of a chance to try until she stopped walking about fifteen minutes later. By that time we were quite a distance from the shop or any of the streets we had...
ExhibitionismAfter the rather stimulating, and somewhat confusing, afternoon, Sam and I went down to dinner and had a very sophisticated meal with brandy afterwards on the terrace. Afterwards we returned to the room and went off to sleep in our respective beds with no more incident. We were both more taken with our roles as Audrey Hepburn and Sophia Loren and happy to dream that Cary Grant was about to emerge from the bathroom rubbing his wet hair with a towel. It was that sort of atmosphere. The next...
LesbianShe couldn’t catch her breath. He’d been gone for half an hour. There was nothing to distract her but the occasional muted comings and goings of hotel traffic: the whir of luggage wheels on plush carpets, muffled cell phone conversations and the occasional laughter of partners entering and exiting the secret world of their rooms.Who would believe what she was doing in hers?Like a Catholic schoolgirl, she sat in the straight-backed chair that had been tucked in the corner of the Parisian suite....
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Porn AggregatorsAnd so the little party went on. I tried my best to join in, to have fun with the friends that were laughing and goofing around all over the place. I even had a couple of young women flirting with me, trying to get me to join in a game of strip poker. I couldn't do it. There was Charlotte, always at least ten feet away from me, reminding me of everything that was simultaneously right and perfect with the world, and horribly wrong. She was so beautiful. Every laugh, every giggle, every...
Parisian FrolicsThis work consists of translations from the French and is possibly the work of Adolphe Belot who was a popular French writer of the 1880s.Parisian Frolics.Translated from the French by the Author of The Way of a Man with a Maid.London [Paris], printed for Private Circulation Only.1896. [c.1920-1924]. CHAPTER 1SOME MORE ABOUT MY LITTLE COUSINA lady, young, fresh, extremely pretty and stylishly though quietly dressed, tripped daintily along a street in the neighbourhood of the...
Marie stood on her porch, admiring the evening sky as it burned off from the horizon. She smiled after a while, remembering that today was the first day she could do that, stand, without enduring constant aching pain that shot from her spine to her feet. It had been months since she was herself. Becoming injured in childhood was one thing, but to be 41 with a seriously damaged back is another. Weeks of physio combined with a healthy chiropractic regimen and exercise had helped her regain the...
“Terry! Damn, watch what you’re doing.” The words were like nails on a chalkboard, wrenching her from the inky depths of peaceful sleep at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Desperately she tried to return to the dream, it had been wonderful, he had been wonderful. It was not to be though. The annoying sounds of whatever morons outside were tempting fate were like an alarm clock, a really irritating alarm clock that lacked a snooze button. Slowly her bedroom came into focus as her eyes...
Lovers have their ways. Especially us. The romantic part of us preferred breathless phone conversations and instant messages that were just shy of a sexual invitation. The sentimental part of us tended to lounge into each other’s wavelength, fantasizing about our wonderful life ahead of us, just barley born. The perverted us, however, has a language in itself with a dialect of fetish and yearn. We were no exception to any rule of lovers. Although I drool over the dazzy love scenes and romantic...
“This your girl?” The man asked as he pushed a dozen photos across the desk. Marcy picked up the pictures and started to leaf through them, she had hired the P.I to look for an ex of hers Karmin Artellan. It had only really been to try and get some money back that Karmin had owed her when they broke up but when she had tried to find her herself she had found not only empty flats and deactivated phone numbers but a wall of silence from anyone she asked. At the time she had put it down to just...
March 8, 1993, Chicago, Illinois “Good morning, lovely wives!” I said when I walked into the house on Monday morning. “Daddy!” Birgit squealed. She pouted when I went to hug and kiss my wives before scooping her into my arms. “Hi Pumpkin!” “I missed you!” she said. “I missed you too, Pumpkin. Daddy needs to eat breakfast and then go to work.” I put her down and sat down at the table with my wives. “So that was it?” Jessica asked. “I think it had to be,” I said. “She was holding back...
This is the fourth part of “Parisian Surprise”, written with Alphamagus. You may wish to read the preceding parts to enjoy and understand the entire story. Robert and Juliana are spending a week in Paris and have included a different kind of experience in their vacation. At Robert’s instigation they played game of control, alternating the dominant and submissive roles and discovering new heights of sexual excitement. Now the game is over, but their sexual fun one of the world’s most romantic...
This is the fourth part of “Parisian Surprise”, written with Alphamagus. You may wish to read the preceding parts to enjoy and understand the entire story.Robert and Juliana are spending a week in Paris and have included a different kind of experience in their vacation. At Robert’s instigation they played game of control, alternating the dominant and submissive roles and discovering new heights of sexual excitement. Now the game is over, but their sexual fun one of the world’s most romantic...
Love StoriesParisian Chaperone Extracts from Sarah’s diary Thursday 10 th June: Today is a red-letter day it is my seventeenth birthday. My parents have let on that my main present is to be a holiday to Paris, France. It is meant to be a mixture of learning and fun. Friday 25 th June: The arrangements for my holiday to Paris have been finalised. I am to stay with the daughter of some family friends. Her name is Lily and she is studying French Literature at the Sorbonne. She lives in a one bedroom flat...
This is the sixth part of “Parisian Surprise”, written with Alphamagus, and while it can be read on its own, it will be better enjoyed if you read the preceding segments. Robert and Juliana have been enjoying a vacation week in Paris. There have been new experiences playing a game of submission and dominance. They have had sex in various locations including the Musée D’Orsay and the Paris Opera, not to mention more conventional ones. The constant in their time together is their shared love of...
This is the second part of Robert and Juliana’s “Parisian Surprise”, written in collaboration with Alphamagus. In order to properly understand the story, it would be best to read Part One before reading this. The couple have had an exciting flight to Paris. Robert has inserted remote-controlled love eggs into Juliana as part a bargain made between them allowing each to dominate the other in turn. It will be an interesting day as you will find out as you read on. “I thought that we would get...
This is the fifth part of “Parisian Surprise”, written with Alphamagus. While it can be read on its own, it may be better enjoyed if you read the preceding segments. Part One won an Editor’s Pick award. Robert and Juliana have been enjoying a vacation week in Paris. They have had a number of sexual adventures including a game of submission and dominance. They are preparing for a night at the Paris Opera, black tie for him, a vintage designer dress for her, and more romance and desire for them...