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