Red Confession: Devoured on the Confession Bench at Auberge des Pensées

The auberge’s dining room glows in fireplace flicker. Shadows dance on worn wood. I sink onto the church bench. Cushion yields under my ass, soft dents from countless secrets. Hilda smiles, eyes knowing. Heart thuds. Skin prickles hot.

Words spill unbidden. Professor’s arms crush me at seventeen. Tongue invades, sweet, deep. Thighs clench. My pussy aches, wet heat pooling. I confess the thrill of his cock, tender deflowering on his lap. Class watches, blind. His hands knead my breasts, nipples harden now, echoing then. Breath shortens. Pulse hammers neck. I shift, wood bites through fabric, teases clit.

The Fever Ignites

Can’t stop. Mother’s voice haunts: ‘Too fat, cure of broth.’ Starved, I stole crumbs, sweater dusted guilt. Now body burns for touch, for fullness. Gustave enters, eyes wild, drool beads lip. Table waits, intimate, close. Hilda serves amuse-bouche. Steam rises, spicy promise. His knee brushes mine. Fire spreads. Skin feverish, sweat beads cleavage. Urgency grips. Want his mouth, his weight. Desire devours reason.

Plates arrive. Eggplant ragout melts on tongue, caresses insides like lover’s stroke. Heart races faster. Saliva drips from him, mirrors my slick thighs. Salad bursts crisp, lemon sharp, cuts hunger’s edge. His hand finds my leg under table. Fingers climb, possessive. I gasp, nod. Main course: shredded meat, juicy, iron tang of blood. Like first fuck, raw, metallic. We devour, eyes locked. His drool my slick. Body screams for more.

Blaze of Carnal Surrender

Gustave grabs my wrist. Pulls me up. Room spins. Hilda vanishes. He shoves me against wall, bench nearby. Lips crash, tongue rapes mouth. Hands rip blouse, buttons scatter. Nipples pinched hard, pain sparks pleasure. Skirt hikes, panties torn. His cock springs free, thick, veined, drooling pre-cum. I drop to knees, cushion under. Suck greedy, throat gags, saliva strings. He groans, fists hair, fucks face savage.

Up, bent over bench. Ass exposed, cool air kisses wet folds. He slams in, no mercy. Pussy stretches, burns divine. Heart explodes. Sweat slicks skin, slap-slap echoes. Deeper, brutal, owning. Claws dig back, I buck wild. ‘More,’ I hiss. He pounds, balls smack clit. Orgasm builds, tsunami. I shatter, walls clench, juices squirt. He roars, floods hot seed deep. Collapse together, heaving, spent.

Ashes settle. Skin still tingles, marked by bites, bruises bloom purple. Pussy throbs, cum leaks slow. Light as air, free from ghosts. Professor fades, mother’s chains snap. Gustave whispers, eyes hollow. Hilda looms, bench calls again. Hunger returns, darker. Stay? One more confession? Legs weak, I flee into night. Body hums alive, forever changed. Danger lingers, sweet poison. Crave the blaze again.