A hotel room overlooking Central Park. My bald Frenchman. Mon homme chauve.   Your low-key manner is disarming.  Enchante.

What was that scent you were wearing?  It was so faint but it drove me crazy.  It made me want you even more. You told me it was a secret…I’d have to wait to find out…

Un bisou.  A kiss so deep and intense it caught me off guard.  A kiss that was the catalyst for the intensity that happened next.. We rolled around on the bed with abandon.

There were no toys, exchange of power…just un homme et une femme.

Quote of the day:  Le seul vrai langage au monde est un baiser (the only true language in the world is a kiss) – Alfred de Musset

Yours truly,

the NYer  xx