Raw Fuck with My Hired Hunk: Art, Dinner, Then Total Surrender in Aix
Tuesday, 8 PM sharp. Rotonde, by the Tourist Office. I'm in my beige jacket, heart…
Tuesday, 8 PM sharp. Rotonde, by the Tourist Office. I'm in my beige jacket, heart…
Phone vibrates. It's time. Heart slams chest. I spot Nicolas's car parked curbside, engine humming…
She grabs my arm. Sharp nails dig in. We weave through the racks. Women's eyes…
Fresh from that shower—Hephaestus's genius invention—I'm lounging in my Olympus suite. Skin still tingling from…
Phone buzzes nonstop in my bag. Ten missed calls from Florian. Fuck him. It's Sunday,…
The taxi crunches gravel at Enoshima port. Salt air hits me, mixed with his cologne…
Phone buzzes in my pocket as the elevator dings open to her Paris penthouse. Days…
Sweat pours down my back. The narrow rocky path hugs the cliffs above Cassis calanques.…
Early June, strolling slow down the street to Catherine's studio annex. My phone vibrates in…
His apartment door creaks open. I step in, long coat sliding off my shoulders onto…