I craved anonymity far from home. No more games near my neighborhood. I wanted to stay the smiling girl at the baker’s. But deep down, no harm done. Just discovering my wild side, pure physical bliss. Handcuffs again, but outdoors, for voyeurs, no chills in March. I teased Marc: no sex until he delivers. Three weeks later, Friday night, he drives me to his friend’s empty high-rise apartment in Bobigny. Tower views dozens of windows opposite. Perfect sightlines. Big duffel packed: toys, sexiest outfits. My fave pink lace babydoll, sheer veil over nothing. Swipe the magnetic keycard—click. Elevator hums up. Corridor echoes faint. Unpack on the bed. Balcony enclosed, glass walls clear. No blinds. Heart races. Two nights here. Coquine mood hits. Bathroom quick-change: babydoll only. Kiss Marc like normal couple. Drop to knees fast. Suck him deep, swallow load one. Ready for marathon. Four on bed. He picks pussy, not ass—though I crave rear. Doggy thrusts build. I arch lascivious, caress tits, slow-suck his fingers. Porn classic. But more: to the balcony pillar. Handcuffs click wrists wide. Garden table under ass. Suction dildo on pillar—suck orders. Max-vibe plug in ass. Ravaging, but wrists strain on thick concrete. Switch: stand face-pillar, dildo deep pussy, Marc’s cock anal. Tits, belly grind rough béton. Shadows stir opposite—voyeurs! Boom, I explode. Marc flags; swap for coat rack. Ball-end plunges ass. He grips handle two-handed, plows guts savage. Orgasm rips—vagina clenches, pops dildo free. Legs jelly. Obscene plop yanking ball out. Two hours wrecked. Still, naked chair smoke. Legs wide to city, finger-pussy post-cig lick. Signal: I know you watched.
Slept till noon—rare. Marc fetched breakfast unheard. Croissants, coffee. Lazy TV afternoon, cuddles tender, no sex urge. Out 7pm. Night fallen, rough hood. Taxi to Paris 17th. Chinese spot, floor aquariums glow. Tourist stroll, heels kill, cold bites. Taxi back. Rearview kisses, gropes—driver stares. Too short. Hall: three young guys leer. ‘Refilm yesterday’s show, closer?’ Marc and I eye. No invites up. Give friend’s number for calls, audio now. They grin.
The Arrival: Neutral Territory Ignites Desire
Night two hotter. Reciprocal game. Torrid strip: grind pillar equivocal. Phone rings. Vulgar: ‘Fuck, those tits! Ass heaven! Sodomy the slut!’ Insults guide—electric. Marc bull-hard. My juices trail thighs. Their pants sync. ‘See him drill? I’ll ass-self with rack-ball, free pussy.’ Sit fast—too deep, pain grimace, pops out. Quick dildo swap pussy. Marc resumes pussy pound, cums quick. Revive: deepthroat, finger-prostate massage. Medical trick from intern story—colon scope boner shame. Genius: champagne shake-spray bottle in cunt. Cold bubbles pressure—squeal pig-like, they say. Tongue laps orgasm eternal. ‘Thanks whore, ruined carpet spitting. Till next.’ Crude pride.
Month sexless after. Marc patient, hangs close. My cycles: drought then craving. Transit magic: urgent, impersonal tower thrill. Rendered keycard, cab out. Back to road, memories burn. Kisses, Claire.