Cheating in Paris

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Friday 24 September

8pm: We arrived in Paris at nighttime. It was my friend Connie's first time in Europe and we were traveling together. Before we arrived, Connie had contacted her ex fuck-buddy Fallou, a hot french-senegalese guy who she had met via Tinder in Sao Paolo. He said he was living with his brother and best friend, and that he would love us to stay with them. I was a bit nervous because I was in a year-and-a-half (toxic) relationship with a guy I deeply loved but somehow couldn't manage to live in peace with. We were always fighting and there was a lot of jealousy, so when I said I was going to stay in Paris with three guys, he was not happy.

9pm: We carried our bags up the stairs with the help of Fallou and went into a beautiful apartment near Bel-Air, Paris. As soon as we entered, two guys stood up to greet us and my stomach turned. They were so hot. Thiam, the brother of Fallou, had dark skin, blonde hair and breath-taking green eyes. The other guy, Blaise, was a creature like I had never seen before: over 6 foot tall, long curly hair like Slash from Guns N Roses, dressed in black with a long black coat, a nose ring and a gothic tattoo on his left arm. I knew I was in trouble.

We stayed in that night and chatted with them - I tried to make eye contact with Blaise but he would just speak in French to his friends without barely even acknowledging we were there. He knew how to speak English, he just liked to avoid it. Me and Connie went to sleep talking about how sexy he was and how little he cared about us. Which, typically, made him all that much interesting.

Saturday 25 September

12pm: We went out with Fallou to hit up all of the tourist spots but all I could think about was coming back to the house to find Blaise. We went to one of the many lingerie stores in Montmartre and I got a red one piece, Fallou saw when I picked it up and asked me, ‘who’s that for?’. I think he suspected that I was up to no good, but I just replied, “my boy back home” and he smiled.

9pm: We arrived back home but Blaise wasn't there. He was working as a bartender and had a shift, so we spent the rest of the night with Fallou, Thiam and some of their friends. I was happy to get the nasty thoughts of cheating out of my head, I face-timed my boyfriend and went to bed.

Sunday 26 September

11am: Connie and I went out to see some more of Paris, and Fallou texted saying that we would go out to party that night since it was our last day there.

6pm: We were having drinks at the house and organising dr, and I heard Blaise say, “Oh Alina is vegetarian?”. I smiled secretly, knowing that finally he had acknowledged my existence. I looked at him but he didn’t look back. Oh well, that comment was enough for me to get dressed to impress: I changed to black leggings, black boots, and a see-through tight black shirt.

11pm: Fallou, Blaise, Connie and I went to Concrete, a floating disco in Paris. On the way there, we walked together and chatted. We were getting to know Blaise a bit more, even though he didn't talk much (of course, he was dark and mysterious).

When we were two blocks away from the disco I was crossing the street when I fell in the middle of the road and twisted my ankle. Everyone started laughing and Blaise came to my rescue, he lifted me up and helped me walk. Skin contact! I was dazzled, to the point where I ignored my sprained ankle.

1am: In Concrete we went to get drinks with some of their friends, and Blaise kept giving me some of his whisky. Every time I took a sip, I would look deeply into his eyes and he would look straight back. I knew that we were flirting and I was on cloud 9.

2am: Connie came to me and gave me ecstasy, apparently everyone was taking it. I was glad to, since I was sure it would almost make me forget the pain in my foot. She proceeded to tell me that Fallou had asked her, “Who does Alina like, Blaise or Thiam?” to which she responded, “I don't know, why?”. He explained, “Because Blaise really likes her, but he doesn’t want to do anything because he knows she has a boyfriend”.

I couldn't believe my ears, not only did he like me, but he was being respectful of my relationship. I loved my boyfriend but I can say that I didn't care about anything other than Blaise at that moment in time.

3am:
When we were dancing, Blaise was by my side and if other guys came to chat he would make himself ‘present’ so that I would always go back to talking to him. He started to caress me gently and playfully, grabbing my cheek and holding me by my waist. I was getting wet and I was loving it.

5am:
We left the club and walked back to the apartment together. The two of us stayed in the living room together, chatting until the morning. I was waiting for the ecstasy to wear off a bit. He then suggested we go to bed. I was thinking ‘OK, this is it!’ but instead we just cuddled. He wasn't making a move, and I'm not the type to make a move, so we just spooned and went to sleep for a couple hours.

Monday 27 September

9am: I woke up to him grabbing my breasts and touching me all over. He made me so horny suddenly that I got so excited. I turned around and kissed him, and he got on top of me. His kisses were so hot and soft that I just couldn't get enough of them, and we rapidly started to take our clothes off. The room at that time was completely illuminated, so nothing was left to the imagination. He removed my leggings and started to kiss me all around until he was licking my pussy. His lips were so fat they felt like having two extra tongues. I grabbed his head and tried not to scream (everyone else was waking up at that point). I said I didnt want to cum, so he got on top of me and started fucking me. It was difficult at first because his dick was so big, but I got more and more wet and then changed and went on top of him. I couldn't believe I was riding him, it was the hottest moment of my young sex life- partly because of him, partly because we were doing something so prohibited and so wrong. I had never cheated. But there I was, and it was getting more and more intense by the minute.

10am: I had to start getting ready because we had to leave at 11am for Berlin, he suggested we go take a shower together. The shower was in the bathtub so we hopped in and got wet. We had a big mirror in front so we had the whole view. I inclined and lifted my foot to the bathtub border, and he started fucking me in doggy style standing up. He called me ‘baby’, which in French sounded more like ‘bebe’, and started talking dirty to me more. ‘Your ass is so amazing, look at that’. Just looking at him fucking me in the mirror was bliss and now feels like a dream.

Connie shouted that we had to leave so we finished our shower and even though we’d had an hour of fucking, neither of us were able to cum. It’s almost like we left it unfinished for a reason. I got ready to leave for Berlin and when I went to say goodbye he was almost sleeping again. I gave him a cuddle and a hug and we said our goodbyes. We didn't exchange phone numbers or anything (of course he doesn't have social media), but I knew we’d meet again.