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Night Train to Paris

by GarageGirl on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It's late, nearly 11, on an early November night. The chill on the platform of the Hamburg train station is penetrating, a damp, German cold that soaks up through the soles of your shoes, no matter how stout, and ends up in your bones. The cold air is only accentuating the typical train station smell--that smell of electricity, cigarettes, cinders, cheap foo...

Aurora Ch. 01

by lindiana on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

Aurora stood, bored, on the train station platform in Paris. Mikkos and his brother Stavros Stefanovich were her traveling companions/guards. Although there was no fear of an assassination attempt, kidnapping was always a fear. Her brothers, who both held executive positions within their father's company, never traveled without their assorted minions. Athena...

The Night Train to Paris

by Baxter72 on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

If you're in the book publishing field—which I am—the major event of the year is the annual book fair in Frankfurt, Germany, which always occurs around the middle of October. Since my company pays all of the expenses, I always go to it and bring back at least a dozen book ideas in which our company may be interested. But this time, as long as I was over the...

Avignon - A Hidden History

by docfantasy on Sep 17, 2017
Group Sex

My employer would be sending me to France. It's not that I don't mind the French so much, but I had a rather bad experience there that had left a bad taste in my mouth. In this economy though, I am very thankful that I have the job that allows me the opportunity to do international travel. Let me give you all a little background into why I am being sent to F...

Paris: The City of Light & Lust

by nitengale on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean. - General Charles de Gaulle * * * As Nicole stood looking out the full-length window of her Paris loft, she reflected on the changes the city had gone through over the past few years. It was the Spring of 1943, and life for Nicole...

Murder Misstery Melange

by thrillerauthor on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

For those who came in late, Matt McCoy – now Maddy – is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....as the saga continues, Maddy begins life as the lover of her doctor in Paris. By the author of The Jessica Project. I stood outside the door while Jacques made a quick survey of the apartment. Apparently it hadn't been occupied in...

Weekend in Paris

by GarageGirl on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It's a different train platform, a different day, a different city, and even a different country. It's slicker and more antiseptic than Hamburg was, but still is definitely Gallic. The hum of conversation sounds different, the smells are different, and the feeling is different. Liz certainly feels different than she did--somewhat undone and definitely tired...

Emily and Her Person...

by EroticaGuy89 on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

In the previous installment of Emily's story we found our friends meeting in a hotel... There were a few twists and turns and now that we know one of the few kinks to this story we can continue with their vacation together... All people mentioned in ANY sexual manner are 18 years or older, don't bother asking otherwise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emily an...

Hedonist Ch. 04

by Abelard7 on Sep 1, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Chapter 4: Taking care of business. My new job was all that I had hoped for. It was for a long established investment bank. Old fashioned, in that it was still in the city of London, very close to The Bank of England. The chairman was a Duke! He had resisted the temptation to follow other banks when they moved to Docklands. I had my own spacious office and...

Châtelet

by OnlyByMoonlight on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It was on the Paris Metro line 1. It was rush hour and the car was packed. People were crammed against each other as tight as you could imagine as I was standing against a folding seat. They normally folded down but since the car was so full, it was curettes to just lean against them. So I was leaning against the seat, and he was leaning against me; his face...