Naughty Irish Stopover: One Night of Forbidden Heat
Dublin Airport buzzed with muffled announcements and rolling suitcases. I dragged my black roller behind me, heels clicking on tile. 42, blonde, blue-eyed, 5’7″, feeling ripe. Vincent pushed me to contact Gerry, our old fling. No hotels, crisis rules. Gerry waited at arrivals, silver fox smile slicing me open. Elegant jacket, magnetic pull. ‘Patricia,’ he […]
Naughty Train Stopover: Wild Fucks in the Mistral Winds
The mistral blasted the train platform like a bitch in heat. I hauled my suitcase off the TGV, freezing my balls off waiting for the pokey autorail to Mende. Audrey’s car pulled up sharp. ‘Hey love, you’re just in time.’ We tossed my bag in the trunk, peeled out toward the mas. Family swarmed us—papé, […]