“Est-ce que je peux avoir cette danse mon amour? May I have this dance my love?”

“In my ear, he whispers, “Vous voir bientôt mon amour, see you soon my love.”

“Bonjour mon Coeur, Hello my heart.” He is practically purring into the phone.”

“He takes both of my hands and places them above my head. He loves to be in control. I love being taken control of, dominated and just feeling his body, without sight. I can't guess what he will do next. He knows exactly how to get to me by taking my tactile senses away. His hands pushing mine together into the leather, as he unleashes his cock on the opening of my...”

“By Monday morning, two main things are accomplished. One, Harrison's penthouse is now officially broken in, and two, I think I may be walking bowlegged permanently now.”

“He pushes me onto my back and mounts me, missionary style, while using his hand to rub against my wetness, wiping it up and down his cock. My God, he has done that before and it is the most erotic maneuver I have ever witnessed.”

“I move my hips in rhythm with his. He grabs my hands in his and laces his fingers with mine, while his hooded sex eyes lock onto mine.”