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Blurb Do you have a passion for fashion and bondage? Liana Trudeau has moved to
Paris in pursuit of her doctorate. While her mind has been working hard,
her body has been ignored. Knowing what she wants, Liana attends the
Depravity Dance and connects with two men who can perfectly read her needs, both
physically and mentally. Unfortunately it's for only one night, or is it? Thornton and James Michaud have spent the past couple of months focused on a project in conjunction with the French government. With all the signatures necessary to move forward, they're out to celebrate and indulge their desire for a woman. By the end of the evening they find she has only one fault, leaving before they were finished. Can they find her to complete what they'd started in a city as large as Paris? October in Paris is romance and the Depravity Dance, what could possibly be next? * Excerpt Standing
in the doorway to debauchery, actually a ballroom full of costumed revelers, his
gaze slowly slid over the room as he looked for a ripe piece of flesh to play
with. James Michaud and his twin Thornton refused to dress up. It wasn't their
thing, but sex was and tonight they were after some prime pussy. Instead of
costumes, they chose to wear black suits with dress shirts and silk ties. When
they'd arrived at the entrance, required silk half masks in black were offered. Putting
a hand in his pocket, James checked over this year's offerings. In
many circles they had wicked reputations. They didn't mind, as long as everyone
involved played an informed, safe, sane, and consensual game, they felt free to
indulge themselves. Since
their first sexual experience, they'd shared their women. Separately or
together, it didn't matter to either of them. Simply put, the Michaud brothers
got off on sex and saw nothing wrong with offering their partner at the time for
the other to enjoy. Neither one of them has been in a steady relationship where
the other hasn't, in some way, been sexually involved. They were always upfront
about what they wanted and if the woman balked, she was politely shown the door. With
a small frown creasing his face, James thought about how some of their bedmates
had enjoyed the experience but over time, most had wanted more from them than
they could offer. It wasn't because they were anti-commitment, because they
weren't. The problem was neither one of them has met a woman they cared enough
about to even think about making it a permanent relationship. Tonight
they were here to fuck. Nothing else. Shaking
his head pushed away all the nonsense and he refocused on the possibility of
superior pussy mingling below them. Paris
was their second home and they loved it. In their opinion, it seemed as if the
people were not as sexually repressed as they had been back in the states. As
far as he and his brother were concerned, there was no shame attached to
enjoying the carnal arts—especially when done without barriers. Although, one
thing the French didn't do was celebrate the American holiday, Halloween. Years
ago, someone from the Liberté Sexuelle group adapted the fancy dress
aspect for their annual fall bash in an effort to bring the new and older
members together. Now the Depravity Dance was as famous for its costumes, as
they were for drawing people who listened to their body's darkest hedonistic
desires. Leaning
on the railing running across the arrivals balcony, they stood there and took in
the party. Located
out in the eighteenth district was the warehouse where the party took place. A
few groups who played less conventional sexual games owned and operated the
building as a consortium and maintained it for various functions. In direct
contrast to its exterior and location, the interior had been entirely reworked
to present an opulent, comfortable, and sensual space. James
looked around and didn't see anything had changed from the last time they'd been
here. The lower ground floor was constructed of large rooms for mingling,
dancing, and partaking of refreshments. The upper levels held rooms for more
intimate encounters the partygoers enjoyed throughout the evening. Room sizes
varied, as did the privacy level. Some people wanted to have sex behind closed
doors, others liked to be watched, and then there were the party goers who
encourage anyone to join in. There was space for vanilla sex up the scale to the
sweetest love found only through pain. "Well,
shall—" Thorn sounded as eager as he to start searching the various
rooms. "Wait,
look over there to the left, I believe it's a very sexy Marie Antoinette." Two sets of eyes looked across the room at a vivacious figure wearing a wig twisted high, powdery white and decorated with a crown set at a jaunty angle. Even with the white satin half mask, both men immediately felt this was the woman to take on their needs tonight. She looked capable of accepting them both and enjoying it. * * * * | |||||||||
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