Quái ốc Mê án 2 Stories

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Bookstore Seduction

by JonMHoll92 on Apr 10, 2018
Erotic Couplings

Walking along the Quai de Montebello, with the Notre-Dame Cathedral just across the Seine, and Marissa's hand in mine, was the most classic romantic moment of my life. The morning sun warmed my face, and radiated lavender-scented body scrub from our bodies. A line of postcard and art vendor tables lined the street, and the city was coming alive. To be in Par...

The Descent Ch. 06

by fastfugue on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

By now Yvette had recovered her strength. They left the café and spent an hour walking together in the sunlit streets. As they reached the Seine and turned onto the Quai de la Tournelle Yvette took Lena by the arm and went on with her story . She had made no real attempt to hide the evidence of her time with D. They were undressing for bed some days after h...

Unlike So Many Carousels

by avasogently on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The night she arrived in Paris, before she unpacked a wilder, freer, dimension of herself, Daija had a dizzying notion: "What if he wasn't waiting, as promised, at the carousel on Quai Branly?" she mused. She shook off her doubt as easily as the fear that no longer imprisoned her, now that she had traveled across an ocean from repression. If his love proved...

Hot August Summer Ch. 01

by CandleLit on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

Amy and I were heading to the South of France during a hot August summer. Most of the people of Paris know to escape the city's heat during August and head north to cool, comfortable climates. We went south to see friends and spend some time in the places we enjoy. We don't mind the heat and feel comfortable on the Riviera at any time of year. Maybe it helps...

An Hour Alone Ch. 04

by HunterShambles on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

It was Naomi's idea, she said she thought we all looked beat. We had been traveling by day and gigging nightly, away from home for eight months solid. Mike had just come back full time, but was already exhausted. She said we needed downtime, we needed a break. Mac said he agreed and it wasn't as if we needed the money, after the record deal and plugging the...

The XYZ-Bomber Journal: 1969-70

by Hypoxia on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Author's note: This account involves revolutionaries and bad attitudes and is not a sex story although sex occurs, as does violence. If you want a stroker, look elsewhere. This story is probably mostly fictional. All sexual acts involve live humans of age 18+. Your thoughtful feedback is appreciated. Editor's note: Revolution raged throughout Europe during...

Diplomatic Relations

by LaurelAspen on Mar 21, 2018
BDSM

Arriving from London on the Eurostar at Gare du Nord the Englishman walks the short distance to Gare de l'Est. Travelling light his only luggage, a travel-worn leather holdall, swings easily in his hand. It's a bright breezy morning in early Spring; sunny but not so warm as to encourage those outside to surrender their coats and jackets. As arranged they me...

The Sun Also Rises

by dtiverson on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Fair warning, this is going to be a long one. I need the space to develop all of the characters that come and go through the story. As you can probably tell from the title I adapted the idea from Hemingway. His characters have major nerd tendencies and I find that interesting. I write about places where I've been and things that I've done. That's the case...

The Vassal Academy Ch. 34

by SavannahMann on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Part 34: Carlos sees the light Devon woke, and told Geneva she had certainly passed before sending her down the hall to get cleaned up. Jeannette got the instructions to get Suzanne ready to go home, and who to have help her. Devon arrived at the dining room table and was not surprised to find Carlos missing. He smiled as he realized the lessons were to c...

European Interlude

by jay.palin on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

This is a long story in four parts about a young man's tour of Europe. It's not meant to be read in one sitting. As always, votes and constructive feedback are much appreciated. Part 1 My hell-raising high school years were a thing of personal adolescent legend, though like most youthful behavior the stories were far bigger than reality. At base, my reckl...