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.

“He’ll find her.” “Yes,” Mireille said. “And she’ll doubt herself all the way there.” I breathed in slowly. “She looked so sure earlier.” Mireille scoffed. “Confidence borrowed from effort never lasts.” I nodded. “She thinks love is loud.” “And you?” Mireille asked. “I know it’s quiet,” I said. “Patient.” Mireille smiled at me then. Not wide. Not warm. Approving. “Stay visible,” she said. “But not desperate.”

He fondled the boob he had just slapped. His right hand massaged both boobs before he found his way to her neck and he wrapped his hand around her neck. She looked so sexy, with his hand around her neck, slowly tightening around her neck. "You don't know what you want. I can be really rough, Princess. You deserve to be treated gently. You don't deserve a beast like me who will use you for my pleasure" his grip tightened around her neck and Mireille could barely believe that she got wetter instead, her arousal hiking and her orgasm building.

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.

I’d saved a chair for her beside me, but since she disobeyed my order to dress and wouldn’t even give me her eyes in the process, I pulled her tense body into my lap when she reached me. Mila’s rigid posture told me she couldn’t be more uncomfortable with this seating arrangement, but she didn’t voice her complaint. Ignoring the bound and bruised men with a nonchalance the race of her heart belied, Mila decided she was hungry for dessert. “Is that medovi—?” The rest of the word came out on a breathy yelp when I cupped a possessive palmover her pussy beneath the table. She was either the best fucking tease on the planet, or Gianna was stingy with her underwear. Hot, bare cunt pressed against

It was a gentle yet intimate gesture that spoke volumes, conveying a depth of understanding and love. The sensation of Riley's lips against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me breathless in the wake of that intimate connection. It was a moment of profound tenderness that resonated deep within me, filling my heart with a mixture of comfort and desire. My heart fluttered at the gentle touch of his lips on my skin, my breath catching in my throat. It was a simple act, yet it spoke volumes of the deep connection we shared—a connection that went beyond words.