A Parisian Holiday

It was an unseasonably warm spring day outside of a small café on boulevard de la Tour Maubourg in the heart of Paris, I sat taking in the sights and sounds of the city. In the distance, I could just make out the lights from the Eiffel Tower as the sun made room for nightfall. Cars rolled along and people strolled by on their way home or to an evening of magic in this city of wonder. It was shaping up to be the perfect Parisian evening.

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A Taste at the Table

Our table sat in a dimly lit corner of a side alcove off the main dining room in an aging Italian restaurant. We were fairly isolated from the rest of the diners, just the way Sir likes it. I pressed a glass of cool prosecco to my lips and drank in the smooth sparkling wine. As I swallowed, I felt the coolness in my throat followed by a heat rising to my cheeks. I could feel his eyes on me. I returned the glass to the table and slowly raised my eyes to meet his steel-gray stare. His gaze was amiable but intense. He was studying me. I felt my lips drying up from the drink, and ran my tongue over them to bring back some moisture. I smiled, he did not.

The Nuru Massage Birthday Surprise

When she returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a plush white terry cloth robe, Ken felt his heart drop to his stomach. It was the sight of her beautifully bronzed-brown skin next to the bright white cloth of the robe and her hair pulled up, which accented her slim long neck. He wanted to kiss her neck and feel her warmth underneath him. Lisa was surprised to see the room decked out in fragrant candles and flowers. The bed was covered in a shiny-plastic or rubber-looking sheet. “What’s all of this?” she asked taking in the very romantic scene before her. Ken smiled and for the first time she realized that he had completely disrobed.