Head on His Belly, Mouth on His Cock: My First Surrender to a Dominant Stranger
His building loomed dark, just blocks from my place. Ten years back, 25, single, horny…
His building loomed dark, just blocks from my place. Ten years back, 25, single, horny…
Phone buzzes one last time as I step off the train in Hakone. Misty morning,…
The sea air hits my skin on the hotel terrace in Arromanches. Gin-tonic chills my…
The beach sand burns under my towel. Phone vibrates in my beach bag—his last message:…
The little bistro under the plane trees on the main square in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port buzzes with…
The bar stank of cheap booze and sweat-soaked desperation. Neon reds bled across sticky walls,…
Shivering at Montreal's bus terminal, January 16, 2004. Siberian cold bites my skin. Two hours…
My phone buzzes nonstop. It's him, Jérôme, after days of filthy chats. 'I'm outside Béatrice's…
Paris work trip. Dinner's done. Roland's eyes lock on mine. 'One last drink in my…
The sun beat down hard on the Athens forum that early afternoon. Crowd buzzing around…