Passion Blooms in Paris Spotlight!


Gwenever continues her travels in Europe and after several
days without a man, she longs to find passion again. What better place than
Paris?

She visits the Louvre and meets Pierre Devaux, a Frenchman,
but he’s far from the typical local. He’s a famous French actor and he can’t
keep his eyes off Gwen. He offers to escort her through the museum and she
gladly accepts. As they explore and analyze the artwork, he seduces her with
his sultry words and sexy accent. As Gwen’s desire for him escalates, she
quickly forgets about the centuries-old art. But interruptions from fans and
visitors keep her and Pierre apart. When he invites her to a private room, she
questions if he’s playing games with her. Should she spend the day marveling at
the works in the Louvre, or follow what her body yearns for?
She stopped behind the two visitors
and read the information on the small stand next to the figurine. The artist
carved the masterpiece in 1510 from a type of wood. Amazing. Gwen skimmed the rest of the information and stopped when
the visitors in front of the sculpture had moved on. She quickly filled the
vacant space and stared at the magnificent work of art.
Brown hair flowed in waves down the
light-colored wood, covering the private area between her legs and nearly
reaching her knees. The woman had an angelic face with soft features depicting
her as kind and loving. Her breasts were small and left exposed by her flowing long
locks. The feminine curves added beauty and a better representation of what a
young lady looked like.
“Do you like her?” Pierre asked,
standing behind her.
His soft voice brought a smile to
her face. She turned her head and nodded.
He stepped to her side. “She is
breathtaking.” He shifted his attention from the statue to Gwen. “As are you.”
Warmth returned to her cheeks. “These
statues are incredible.”
“Yes. Magnificent.”
He glanced behind her then met her
gaze. “If I were a sculptor, I would love to create a piece of art in your
image.”
“Me?” Gwen said with a hint of
surprise.
“Yes. And I’d have to touch every
part of you, feel every curve…” He lowered his eyes to her chest. “Caress those
sensitive parts to portray them right.”
Her nipples pebbled at the thought
of him teasing them.
“How does that make you feel?” he
asked.
“Excited.”
He grazed his fingers along her arm
with his thumb inching ever close to one of her tits. “I’d hold those lovely
plump beauties and squeeze them gently. I’d make the centers hard by caressing
them with my thumbs. Then I’d suck on each one while I slowly glide my hands
over your ribs and past your navel.”
His teasing words revved her need
for him. Her temperature climbed. Gwen straightened as she imagined his touch.
“I’d part those lips between your
legs, feel inside you and massage the tender spot that makes your knees weak
and body tremble.”
Gwen knocked her knees together. Her
thong was getting wetter by the second. “Don’t stop now.”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t. I’d have to
taste you and make you come with my tongue.”
She was close to coming. His words
painted a vivid picture of what he intended to do. She couldn’t wait much
longer to turn the fantasy into reality.

I am an erotic romance writer living in Indiana. I write in
a variety of genres such as Contemporary, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy,
Paranormal Erotic Romance and Menage a Trois. When I’m not slaving away at my
day job, I create erotic adventures with hot and seductive men. Reader beware,
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