Hot summer day in La Brunante, Ste-Rose-du-Nord. Mist lifts off Saguenay fjord. I’m back from afternoon out. You explored the village. Door slams in B&B room. ‘Sit on bed. Obey blindly.’ Creaky floorboards groan underfoot. I slip behind. Silk scarf blinds your eyes. Tight knot. Heart races. Corridor whispers—parquet cracks softly. Voices muffled downstairs? Guests asleep? Staircase creaks. Each step warns: ‘Step up.’ Cool night air hits skin. Grip my elbow. Gravel crunches. ‘Watch the dip.’ Rusty iron stairs chill bare feet. Wet slimy. Boat rocks gently. You climb in. Sandals off. Engine hums low. Fifteen minutes slice water. Unknown direction. Hull scrapes sand. Ankle-deep water shocks—cold bite. Grimace. Feet dry on warm sand. Fire crackles ahead. Popping embers. I knead your neck. Warm hands chase chills. Log thuds under you. Scarf drops. Firelight dances. Rocks circle flames. Table: checken supreme, rice, tomato-basil sauce. Wildflowers, roses. Wine bottle sweats. Secluded cove. Towering dry cliffs block prying eyes. Village lights flicker distant shore? Birds chirp. Frogs croak. We eat. Talk travels, passions. Wine warms veins. Fire glows.
Dip toes in calm water. Clothes shed. Ripples lap. You splash. Giggles echo. Kids again. Water nips skin. Shiver hits. Lips tremble. Arms wrap you. Towel envelopes. Fire crackles louder. Champagne pops. Tropical fruits gleam: mango, pineapple, strawberries. Drip juice. I vanish into crevasse. Shovel scrapes rocks. Fire dims. ‘Follow.’ Glow pulses inside cave. Candles flicker walls. Torches smoke. Center: steaming pool, twelve feet wide. Natural jacuzzi bubbles. Slip in. Heat soothes. Fruits bite sweet. Bubbles tickle. Isolated now. Neck massage deepens. Fingers trace shoulders. Lips brush neck. No pull away. Suckling nape. Hands slide down. Breasts swell. Nipples harden like bullets. Pinch, twist. Knead firm. Mouth claims one. Suck hard. Tongue swirls. Like starving babe. Switch sides. Worship them. Eternity here. Tongue trails up hot skin. Lips crash. Tongues tangle fierce.
The Contact
Thighs part. Fingers tease outer lips. Wet already. Index dips in. Honey coats. Middle joins. Slow thrust. Waltz inside. You arch back. Tongue dives lower. Inguinal twitch. Clit throbs. Lick laps. Suck nectar. Guzzle flood. Hips gripped. Devour core. Thighs clamp head. Twist in bliss. Won’t stop till you shatter cave. Beg mercy. Gasp air. Cock nudges slick folds. Rigid. Presses entry. Glides deep. Heat grips. Thrust hips. Tango grind. Eyes shut. Lips bite. Head thrashes.
The Indiscretion
You flip. Ass offers. Hands knead cheeks. Kiss flesh. Tongue rims pussy. Then up. Rosy pucker. Jolt. Hesitate. Then melt. Lick circles. Cock spears pussy. Firm slam. Grip hips. Pound steady. Growls low. Hair yank gentle. Deeper drives. Pace surges. Boom-boom. Slows. Edge control. Flip back. Legs spread. Perp entry. Rubs walls. Fingers clit. Rub frantic. ‘Gonna cum.’ ‘Me too.’ Hearts pound. Buck wild. Explode synced. Lips seal scream.
Sweat pearls skin. Caress. Neck kisses. Sweet whispers. Blankets wrap. Drift off. Night wakes: fingers tease, lips brush. Soft. Dawn horn blares. Scramble clothes. Rocks tumble. Captain nears. Hearts hammer. Secret sealed. Back to B&B. Stairs creak. Door clicks. Alone. Grin shared. Neighbors none wiser.