It was my first time every leaving the United States and I was excited to say the least. From the moment I stepped off the plane, I was already in love. The beauty of the city shown through my eyes and my heart swelled with a joy that still beats within my heart today. I remember the trip like it was yesterday….although it’s been years.

He was tall, dark and exceedingly handsome. The type of man you don’t dare stare at for too long for fear that he might be a complete mirage. His strong furrowed brow and eyes so intense that he could melt the clothes right off my body with one look. When he spoke French, it rolled off his tongue so eloquently that is always seemed as though he were speaking true poetry.

He arrived at my doorstep in a long black coat, his tall stature towering over me leaving me weak in the knees as he hugged me hello. His scent was a combination of a masculine cologne and the faintest hint of vanilla. I was defenseless already against his touch.

It had been a year since we last saw one another but the anticipation for one another was at it’s peak.

As we walked up the endless flights of stairs to the flat I shared with my traveling companions, my mind was racing with what would happen next. Was I fully prepared to handle what was about to happen as we crossed the threshold? Only time would tell…

We entered the apartment and as I closed the door behind me, without skipping a beat, he took me into his strong arms and kissed me in a way that left me without words or breath. We only had a short amount of time as my flat mates would be home after a shopping trip in under an hour. There was no time to waste on unnecessary pleasantries and smalltalk.

He removed his coat and placed it on the back of a nearby chair and asked me to kneel before him. His already tall stature was made even more apparent as I looked up at him from my new position, kneeling at his feet, following his every order.

He told me to look at the floor, several inches in front of me and to not meet his eye line until I was told. I obeyed. As my eyes reached the spot he ordered me to look, I could hear the clang of the metal as he undid his belt. The sound of the leather echoed as it went through each of his belt loops. The air in the room was so still that I could hear every little sound. I had been fantasizing about this exact moment for so long and it was finally happening.

I tried to imagine what his next order might be, getting lost in the moment as each sound he made gave me clues as to what was about to happen.

He began to speak but I couldn’t understand the words. He was speaking to me in French and while I have very little knowledge of the language, I tried to figure out what he wanted with his inflection and tone. He reached down and caressed my chin, pulling my face up and my eyes met his. He whispered to me in French and while I couldn’t understand what he said, I knew what he wanted from me.

I untied and removed each of his shoes, setting them aside so they would not interfere. As I removed each of his socks, I kissed his feet and awaited my next instruction. He said, “Une si gentle fille” – Such a Good Girl. My skin flushed from head to toe at the mere sound of his voice.

His belt in his hand, he ran the leather across the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. My legs quivered with anticipation as I took in a deep breathe and closed my eyes. He tugged at me to stand. As soon as I was on my feet, in one fluid movement, he removed my shirt and immediately used it to tie my hands together above my head. In that very moment, I was his and vowed to do whatever he wanted…

He removed what was left of my clothing and I stood there naked as he inspected my body. I could feel the strength of his gaze and he admired and approved of my naked form. He ran his hands over my breasts around to my back. As he circled around me, he was speaking that sexy language I couldn’t understand but I didn’t care.

As he reached the front of my body, he slid his right hand down my hip to my pussy and lightly caressed slowly building with a stronger deeper touch. He kicked one of my legs slightly out, forcing me into a wider stance so he could slide one of his fingers into my wet pussy. As his finger sank deeper and deeper I could feel my body giving into every single touch. My body began to vibrate with excitement and I could feel my climax building.

I moaned and he continued. I was getting closer when he stopped, pulled his finger out of my wanting pussy and into his mouth. He muttered what I can only imagine was a positive confirmation that my pussy tasted just like he had imagined judging by the smile he gave after his finger left his lips.

He pulled my bound arms over his head and around his neck and planted a kiss on me that can only be described as pure lust. He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing at all and I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me until my back was pushed solid against the wall in the living room.

I could hear him unbuckling his pants and his lips pressed against mine and I could taste his tongue that was left with a strong minty flavor. His pants hit the floor and within an instant he was inside me without hesitation. My pussy was still dripping wet from his touch just moments early and was ready to accept his large cock.

One thrust and he was right where I wanted him. Grinding up against me as he held me against the wall with his arms. My arms still bound and wrapped around his neck, he removed me from the wall and laid my pulsating body on the couch. After he removed my arms from his neck, he ordered me to turn around on the sofa facing the wall. My ass in the air he gave me a few light smacks before asking me what I wanted. “More!” I cried and he delivered.

With each smack on my ass, I responded with “Thank You Sir!” The intensity grew and the smacks harder and I leaned into each hit with pure ecstasy. After the last time I yelled “Thank You Sir” he entered me from behind slow at first then faster and faster until our bodies were mimicking the same sounds his hands were making before.

He pulled my hair and reached around to play with my clit and he drove his hard cock inside me. As I could feel myself getting closer and closer I asked him for permission to cum. He told me No! I grit my teeth, clenched my fists and prayed that I could obey that order. “I’m not done with you yet!”

He would switch our positions and edge me closer and closer to orgasm before telling me No, yet again. I wasn’t sure I could bare the torture much longer as our bodies were covered in sweat and were leaving wet impressions on every piece of furniture he fucked me on.

Finally, after several times asking, he allowed me to cum. tHis yes response sent me into another world – legs shaking, unable to catch my breathe, I came harder than I had ever cum before. He ordered me to look into his eyes and not break eye contact as I screamed and gushed with every stroke.

“Une si gentle fille” he said before he pulled out of me and I collapsed beside him.

I’ll never forget Paris…