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I often venture into the parking lots around my house, I love seeing guys ogle me. One weekday a few years ago, I went to a parking lot in the Paris region recommended on LDD, I knew it was busy, but not this busy. I was in my car with the window open and the cars were passing slowly one after the other, the guys were looking at the merchandise and stopping a little further on, when a car passed with four boys on board. Then several cars turned around to stop behind my Twingo. I saw in the rearview see the rest

My body emptied of all substance, like a shell abandoned by energy, I decided it was time to give myself a real break. A day just for me, a moment of well-being where I could finally refocus. My choice naturally fell on the massage parlor I had recently discovered, a haven of peace with woody scents and subdued lighting, where each visit seemed to suspend the flow of time. It wasn't the idea of ​​finding my handsome Senegalese masseur that pushed me to return, although his expert hands and burning see the rest

Ce jeudi 13 mars, ma femme devait passer un examen à Amiens. Comme elle n’a pas le permis, elle m’a demandé de l’emmener. Elle serait donc occupée toute la matinée.Je signale ma présence sur mes sites en disant que je passerai au sexshop d’Amiens dans la matinée. Et en discutant avec des contacts locaux, l’un me dit que le sexshop n’est pas idéal pour les rencontres de nos jours. Il me conseille plutôt de prendre une chambre au Formule 1 afin de pouvoir le rencontrer plus tranquillement.Le see the rest

L’hiver tirait doucement sa révérence pour laisser sa place à la douce chaleur du printemps. Chaleur salvatrice pour quelqu’un comme moi qui exècre l’hiver, j’étais content, et de très bonne humeur malgré le travail considérable que me demandait ce second semestre. Plus d’un mois était passée depuis ma dernière frasque, et entre temps… plus rien. Ma libido s’était mise en pause pour me laisser me re concentrer sur les cours, et il ne s’était rien passé depuis. Alain see the rest

It was almost midnight when I boarded the empty train of the last subway on line 6. I was returning from a rather long, frankly boring dinner with colleagues I barely knew. The air was humid, almost sticky. I had unbuttoned the top of my shirt to breathe a little, and I could feel the sweat gently sliding between my shoulder blades. The car was deserted, except for a guy sitting at the very back. He was wearing a black tank top that fit perfectly around his shoulders and arms. He had a well-defined see the rest

The Training of a Naughty Boy 3: Feeding Time & In Plain Sight  Always on the perpetual quest for cocks, I continued my training as a good little slut with a guy I met on a gay dating site. Jean-Michel was almost twice my age but he had become, so to speak, my boyfriend or at least my designated sex friend for some time. He was currently living with a friend of his who was putting him up for free while I was still at my parents' house, late in leaving the cozy family nest. From our first see the rest

After a few bites, Madeleine straightened slightly, meeting her gaze with mine. "Pierre..." she breathed, lightly touching the rim of her glass. "I think it's going to take me a while to recover from this afternoon. " "That much?" She nodded, as if she herself couldn't believe it. "That boy... he's incredible. I knew I'd enjoy myself, but not like this. Not with this intensity." She was silent for a moment, searching for words. Then, in a lower voice, she continued: "And then... his voice, his vocabulary..." see the rest

One Thursday, the sky above Parc de Miribel Jonage was still a twilight orange when I arrived at the Baraka parking lot around 6:30 p.m. The air was warm, laden with the smell of damp grass and lingering testosterone. I'd read the rumors about this spot: a discreet place, known to guys on the hunt, and I was ready to give it my all. My ad on the site had attracted a crowd, and I could already feel my body tingling with excitement at the thought of what awaited me. I got out of my car, wearing shorts see the rest

Dear friends, Once again, thank you for your loyalty and your ratings. I don't stop at the few zeros—which weigh very little compared to all your 4s! These are just the reflexes of bad sleepers, frustrated or disillusioned. Why do they persist in reading me? What I appreciate most are your personal messages and our always enriching exchanges. As I already mentioned, these texts are part of a novel I'm currently writing. Initially, I thought it would be a good idea—given the editorial line of see the rest

Après un concert de folie au Groupama Stadium, près de Lyon, l’adrénaline me courait encore dans les veines. La foule hurlait, les basses résonnaient dans ma poitrine, et moi, la cinquantaine bien tassée, je me sentais vivant comme jamais. J’avais prévu de rentrer direct à l’hôtel, un Kyriad pas trop loin, réservé vite fait sur un site pour son côté pratique : propre, simple, pas de chichi. Mais ce soir-là, tout a dérapé dans le meilleur sens du terme.En sortant du stade, je see the rest