Blinded Surrender: My Throuple Awakening in Raw Ecstasy
Five o'clock. Heart hammers. I bolt from the office, legs shaky. There he is—Pierre, leaning…
Five o'clock. Heart hammers. I bolt from the office, legs shaky. There he is—Pierre, leaning…
Summer 1975 scorches southwest France. Viviane and I hunt a secret river spot. Secluded beach.…
The bedroom glows dim, candles spitting shadows across sweat-damp sheets. Her red hair spills wild…
Sun streams through the hypermarket cafe's huge windows. Mid-afternoon quiet. Gilles and I sip coffee…
March 18, 2005. Train rattles toward Gare de l'Est. Wagon nearly empty. I sink into…
Eighteen. New school. Virgin skin itching. Pool day. Véronique, psych prof. Forty. Scottish skirt hides…
Mona steps into James's cabinet, heart pounding. Black stockings with red seams hug her thighs.…
The air in the Serapeum's secret chamber clings cold to our ankles, thick with dust…
The night train rattles through darkness. Empty compartment. My haven. Arms loaded with Christmas gifts,…
Sweat beads on our bare skin under the southern French sun. The river's edge, wild…