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He was already flipping to the page, calm and focused. His eyes turned to me. “Do you speak French?” he asked, his tone was casual. I nodded. “A little. I like the way it sounds.” His gaze was steady, calm, but intense. “Tu as de beaux yeux,” he said, voice low and deliberate. I swallowed. I knew what it meant, but still made a curious face. He gave a faint smile. “You have beautiful eyes.” I could say the same. I thought. I looked away—his words echoed louder than they should’ve.

After a few minutes, she opened an eye and saw she was sprawled across ‘Vogue France’ and started to laugh. “What’s so funny, mon ange?” Fabien asked. “I was thinking… Maybe I’ve been going about learning French the wrong way,” she replied. Fabien laughed too. “I can think of worse ways to learn a language. Maybe I will whisper it to you while we make love, while I’m deep inside your body. Perhaps that will help your recall.”

I have one week left before going to France. I can finally say that I am excited or should I say, Je suis excité! I only know french basic words, Lunan and I studied for that. We had a French lesson. But two months is not enough for me to nail that language, besides, french is hard to learn. It’s the weekend and I have a date with Ace. We’ll be going to a Marine theme park, which I'm very excited about. We’re just making the most out of my remaining time in this country.

Andy gave him a dangerous smile, but all it did was make him roll his eyes. “This is just the instructors trying to convince you that they are actually teaching you something. Besides, why would a woman need to do this kind of thing? If you really want to learn how to do something that will make you stand out, I can give you some French lessons. Modesty part, je suis un excellent instructeur.” he smiled, full of himself, managing to pronounce three words wrong in that short sentence “It means, I’m an excellent instructor.” “If you really are that good of an instructor…” Gabriel spoke suddenly, in French so impeccable that anyone would say it was his mother tongue “Then you wouldn’t be talkin

Her classmate was talking to a foreign man, who was talking in French, and it seemed that Nika, her classmate, couldn’t understand him well. Lyzza stayed up all night memorizing French language books before her internship started, and so she could understand and speak a little bit of French. “Je veux du vin de fraise. Pas de café. Je le veux froid et j’ajoute du croissant.” The old man’s voice was a bit loud while he spoke to Nika, who just blinked, overwhelmed by how fast the passenger talked in a foreign language. “Again, Sir. Do you speak English?”

My chest heaved. He licked me until I was gasping, writhing, incoherent. Then he stood. “Now, you say it.” “What?” “Say it. That line you keep trying to memorize in French.” “Julien…” He grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly—teasing me with the sight of what I couldn’t yet have. “You don’t get this until you beg for it. Properly.” I swallowed. “Dis-moi ce que tu veux que je te fasse,” I said, breathless.

"Can I tell you a little secret?" I nod, my voice vanishing somewhere deep in my throat. He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear. When he speaks, the words roll out in fluent French. "J'aime beaucoup les femmes françaises." (I like French women a lot.)

“Of course, there are rules. Even we have them, in English. You know that pesky one about ‘i’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’?” “Smartass,” she counters. Then sassily adds, “Well, c’est la vie.” I laugh, a bit heartier. She snickers. Shimmies provocatively against me. And seductively murmurs, “So similar to… Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” Now, I’m intrigued. “Goes without saying, even in French, that I want to sleep with you tonight.” “Just sounds so much more sophisticated. Yet also… Dirty.”

He was still soaring high from his strength-draining orgasm and was still blabbering words in his mother tongue. "Merde! Votre bouche se sent si bien." [Fuck! Your mouth feels so good.] Trisha was not sure of what he was talking about but she took hints from his sensuous touch around her as he led her face towards his and pecked on her lips. “J’ai envie de t’embrasser.”[I wanna kiss you.] Then her lips and mouth were claimed in a sinous kiss for the first time tonight.

I asked excitedly He simply nodded his head smiling. Lorenzo bought more snacks for me which I ate as we continued strolling through the town. We stopped at a small bookshop where we browsed through some books, almost everything was written in French, we could hardly find any English written books and we also found some maps. Lorenzo and I couldn't understand a single word. “Look at this book Enzo” I showed Lorenzo a French poetry book my mother had. “My mother used to read poems from the book to me when I was child” I ran my fingers over the worn cover as memories of my mother flashed across my mind.