After a long Saturday spent studying French, I slipped into ..
Added 2025-05-18 00:44:30 +0000 UTCAfter a long Saturday spent studying French, I slipped into a hot, foamy bath, candles flickering all around me. I closed my eyes, let the steam wrap around my body… and that’s when the fantasy began. I pictured him—that married man who looks at me like I’m his downfall. In my mind, he’s behind me, whispering filthy things in French—“je veux te toucher… te faire mienne”. I could almost feel his breath, his hands exploring my skin as if I belonged to him. The thought alone made my body ache. He’s probably at home, pretending to be devoted, while I’m here… soaking, throbbing, imagining everything I’d let him do if he ever dared to cross the line.
