The nice part of Paris was that Damaris never felt alone, when Jared was not with her. Carole was even with her sometimes, she had been in Paris with her sister so many times. It was a magical place for them.
A sexy place.
Gui never told anyone that the two of them had met before her sister died. Damaris was always someone’s little dirty secret, after all there was what had happened with Harry…
Suddenly she was cloaked in the shadows of her past life. She had to take a deep breath, and wondered if she was feeling regularly anxious or if she was having an anxiety attack.
Or just remembering what had happened with Harry. She had slept with him willingly, and he had seemed to care about her at first…
She covered her eyes with her hands, and when she looked up she saw Jared. He was waiting where he had said he would be waiting for her.
“You okay?” he asked, and put his arm about her.
She nodded, but she did not mean it and felt disoriented.
He took her to a place where the spoken French swirled around them.
Jared said he wanted to be a voyeur with her, he wanted to just look.
With her.
As soon as they walked into the lounge there was a couple in a sixty-nine position. Her ass was spread over his face, and he licked her like she was the best inverted cone he had ever had, while she alternately kissed and licked his shaft reverently.
When they walked deeper in, there were two elegantly dressed men with tuxedos and tails, with their pants around their ankles revealing sock garters, kissing with a seeming thirst they could not quench.
Two women dressed equally as elegantly kissed as well, their hands under each other’s dresses so their garters were revealed. Within sometime, the couples swapped.
Damaris was literally throbbing between her legs, the sensory overload from watching was almost unbearable but too sweet to deny.
She had told Jared she liked to watch. Damaris remembered the mirrored room in their hotel where she and her sister had entertained Gui.
Two for the price of one. But Carole fell in love with him, and everything changed..
Damaris’ life had changed so much since Carole died. Her eyes blurred out the sexy scenes before her with liquid grief…
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Okay, so maybe I dislike Damaris a little less than I once did. She’s had a rough time of it too, and that will change a person.
she basically has taken over this series, i like her!
There is some beautiful and evocative lines in this that really stood out to me – I feel like I have to look back in your archive and read more about Damaris!
awww, thank you! she has taken over this series and i am just along for the ride!:)