The hallway smells of cigar smoke and cheap perfume. Heavy velvet curtains hang limp, brass rods gleaming under lantern light. Parquet creaks under my heels. I pause. A shadow shifts. Him. The neighbor from across the alley. Tall coat, hat low. Notary eyes, hungry now. Our gazes lock through the half-open door. His breath quickens. Mine too. Light filters under the frame from my room. I nod. Silent invite. He steps in. Door clicks shut. Soft. Too soft. Neighbors sleep close. Wives stir by firesides.
Heart pounds. His gloved hand brushes my waist. Rough wool against silk stockings. I lead him past scarlet sofas. Laughter echoes faint from below. Gendarmes downstairs, chasing virtue away. Up here, just us. I push the door to my chamber. Lustre glows crimson. Candles flicker, licking shadows. Heavy breasts sway under my lace. Brunette waves loose. Makeup smears already. He drops his coat. Cravat loosens. Eyes burn. Power shifts. I smile. Innocent. Insolent sigh escapes.
The Contact
The hallway creak haunts us. He pulls me close. Lips crash. Whiskey breath. Cigar ash. My fingers claw his shirt. Buttons pop. Quiet. So quiet. Outside, alley whispers. Footsteps maybe. His hand hikes my velvet skirt. Nothing underneath. Just garters, red lace. Stockings whisper against skin. He growls low. Fingers probe. Wet already. Heat builds. I gasp. Muffled. Press face to his neck. Taste salt.
He spins me to the mirror. Full length. Glinting. ‘I watch you,’ he hisses. ‘From my window.’ Across the glass. Nights before. Me alone. Legs spread. Fingers deep. Now real. His cock strains pants. Hard. Thick. I kneel. Parquet bites knees. Unzip slow. Metal teeth rasp. Too loud? Free it. Veins pulse. Saliva pools. I suck. Wet slurp. Tongue swirls head. He groans. Hand fists my hair. Gentle pull. Thrust shallow. Eyes on mirror. Our reflection: whore and hypocrite.
The Indiscretion
Stand. He bends me over chair. Skirt up. Ass out. Like ripe apricot. Legs part. Cool air hits slit. Fingers spread lips. He weighs tits. Heavy. Nipples pinch. Ache sweet. Cock nudges. Wet tip. Slides in. Inch by inch. Stretch burns good. Full. I bite lip. Blood taste. He thrusts. Slow. Deep. Plap. Muffled by flesh. Parquet groans under us. Light dances from candle. Flames snake corners. Sweat beads. His on my back. Mine drips thighs. Faster. Hips slap soft. Gush inside. Pussy clenches.
‘Quiet,’ I whisper. ‘They hear.’ Wives next door. Virtue guards. But he pounds. Balls tap clit. Fire builds. Fingers find nub. Rub frantic. Waves crash. Muffled cry. Bury face in cushion. Velvet chokes. He swells. Grunts low. Hot flood. Fills me. Drip starts. Legs shake. Collapse together. Panting. Still joined. Pull out slow. Cum trails thigh. Wipe with stocking. Smear.
He dresses quick. Hat on. Kiss rough. ‘Again,’ he mouths. Door creaks open. Hallway empty. Steps fade. I slump. Mirror shows mess. Juices glisten. Fingers dip again. Taste us. Mixed. Door shuts soft. Alley silent. Heart thuds. Secret safe. For now. Cigar smoke lingers. Lautrec would paint this. Raw life. Girls easy. Men come. Life pulses. I smile. Wipe mirror breath. Wait next shadow.