Mille Tendresse Novels & Stories

One week later Desiré noire, or black desire, is what I call my leisure space for the city's wealthiest people. It is not prepotent to say that I have managed to make it one of the best in Paris. All the furniture, equipment and drinks are of the best quality, not to mention the lights and velvets that guarantee a touch of luxury, and there is even a stage where dancing is done to serve up sensuality and make the clients salivate like hungry dogs waiting for a reward.

Janelle came down from the car, when he finally parked at her lodge, she went over to the driver's side of his Black Bugatti La Voiture Noire, he whined the glass down, and stuck out his tongue. She smirked, used her thumb to poke on his stuck out tongue. Rashid groaned, "Are you just gonna leave me without a hug or kiss, littlest a peck". "Keep all your dirty fantasies to yourself", she clucked. "Not when all you do is to turn me on and leave me... maybe I would just be that perfect little dick", he whined. "Come here", she said as she made her hands in a come hither gesture. He obeyed like a kid, who was promised a candy, she stuck her tongue out and licked on his lower lips.

Belinda asked curiously and Mireille sighed softly before explaining everything to Belinda. "I think he is holding back but trust me he won't be able to hold back for long" Belinda assured Mireille and Mireille stared off into blank space. "I can't wait for then" the words slipped out of her mouth. "When I saw his erection last night, I... I had this pulsing in between my legs. I really, badly wanted to have him. You don't know it, Bel. There's this way his touches feel, rough and yet smooth. And tonight... I..." Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line.

I wince in pain at the harsh impact. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump—” Wait a sec. That voice. The dripping arrogance. The familiar scent that’s not so familiar anymore. Trent. Our eyes clash, his grey orbs pinning me in place, and a loud laugh vibrates from his throat. “You look even more miserable than I remember, Callie,” he checks me out, pressing his hands against his stomach like I’m some fascinating clown and that makes my insides burn. “We broke up two weeks ago. Just two weeks, and you already miss me?”

"Of course, my child! Do it like this. Your hands in here at the tip then you slowly move them down then up and down and up again... Just like playing with your violin, you have to have a certain rhythm to it. Now, you have to use your mouth. Open those pink lips wide and move it down to the tip, use your tongue. Imagine your favorite ice cream flavor; the toy in your hand is your favorite ice cream and it’s all yours...own it... make them hunger for you…" The voice of Candice grew big inside my ears, a memory flashed in my head and I was gone. Sounds filled the room of my own moaning. I had mastered the thing long ago. I transformed my uncertainties into a fervor. Inside me birthed a new ki

This is how the future would be. They stood beside the bed of roses. There were roses of all colors. They were beautiful and the aroma filled the air with a sweet scent. As Charlie was getting closer to Logan her heart decided to skip a beat. His soft warm lips were gently pressed against her lips. The moment of the kiss silenced her thoughts. She is transported to another world. A world of comfort, happiness, enjoyment, and love. Her whole body began to tingle as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt like time had stopped as they stood at the rose garden. It was true love she was feeling. Love she never felt before. A desire for the moment to never end. Charlie then stepped away from her

"Where have you been?" She ignored the question, stepping into my space. Her scent hit me like a memory I wasn’t ready to relive—white amber and night-blooming jasmine. She crossed the room slowly, hips swaying like she knew I wouldn’t stop her. I didn't. I couldn’t. My body locked in place, and everything else—Ardyn, logic, time—faded into static. Mirelle touched my chest. "Still hard under pressure, I see," she whispered, fingers trailing down my abdomen.

Every touch, every caress, spoke of a depth of emotion that words could never capture. Hours melted away as they explored each other's bodies, their connection deepening with every whispered word, every stolen glance. It was a symphony of sensations, an unspoken declaration of love that echoed in the air. And as the morning sun bathed them in its golden light, they knew that this was just the beginning of a journey filled with passion, tenderness, and a love that would defy all odds. • • • • • • • • • • • As the first rays of morning light spilled into the room, Selena's voice broke the silence, her words laced with tenderness. "Good morning," she whispered, her hands instinctively finding t

She whined at how slow my hands were working on her dress. " what's the rush sweetheart, I'm all yours tonight" I chuckled at her, her eyes softened and stared at me with endearment. Soon I was staring at her firm, little boobs. I played with her soft pink nipples and rolled my tongue around it to become firm. Her head arched back as she moaned my name and her fingers worked through my hair.

I throw my head back in pleasure,my hands and legs trembling from the afterwaves of the painfully delicious pleasure Cliff is giving me. Lance is seated at the edge of the sofa, watching. His dark eyes are hooded with undeniable lust. He seems to take pleasure in watching as Cliff works magic on my body with his mouth. My nipples are so hard that they hurt, aching to be touched and teased. I free one of my hands and squeeze my tits through the corset but I don't get the desired effect.