“Noémie is already there?” I sigh. “I know I am late again. My boss...”
“You were not expecting her?” My boyfriend sounds peeved.
I must venture through the park to the Metro, “We met for lunch last week, and…”
“Café Les Deux Magots, it is not important. This was meant as a…”
“Put it on speaker, I want to talk to her.”
“Coucou!”
“Noémie! You know what to do.”
“Of course!”
“Fuck my boyfriend.”
I laugh; Christophe is incredulous.
“Why?” I chuckle. “Darling, I have been neglecting you, and this is your birthday surprise. I am on my way home.”
The early bird gets the worm, and the girlfriend who works late all week gets no sex.
“She is already naked? Then, she is the slut of your dreams.”
“Flatterer.” I adore his compliments.
Christophe and I are libertines. It is a long story that Noémie Girardot knows very well.
“She looks different with her clothes off? Oooh, tell me more.”
“Yes, she has a ravishing figure. A sensual sculpture? You are a connoisseur.”
“You want to oil up her breasts and put your cock between them?” I groan, “You are a poet.”
“They are jiggling right now?”
I can hear her playful laughter.
With a sudden gasp, I feign shock. “Noémie is all smooth there? We both are. I am waxed, too. Surprise! Happy Birthday!”
“I must be tamed Christophe… please.” she pleads.
“Do not be fooled. She is very assertive.”
I hear their first smooch, a smack of lips, and a rousing passion follows.
“Play with her nipples. They are wired to her sex.”
“How do I know this?” I snigger. “Darling, all women have their secrets, and while you are gone for hours on Saturday, we fuck like rabbits.”
“Yes, I am an awful rugby widow. Noémie is very bisexual. We will show you what we did together when I get home. Keep her warm for me.”
“I have been a bad girl with Malika, Christophe.” Her sultry tone drips with desire. “You will have to punish me.”
“I know dirty talk gets you excited, darling. You need to control yourself.”
A courting couple, sitting on a bench, look up. I am overheard.
“You are already hard?” I giggle.
Winking at the couple, she nudges her boyfriend, grinning.
“Christophe.” Soft and dulcet, Noémie is toying with him. “Would you like to see my treasure?”
Entering the metro station, its anodyne illumination competes with the fading daylight.
“Yes, darling. That is a hot piece of ass. Leave her butt plug in. Assert yourself. I am warning you. When you were on your business trip, she exhausted me. We fucked day and night.”
My words echo off the tiled walls. An older man looks back, confused, as if his ears deceive him.
“Get on your knees, Noémie, suck his cock and get him very hard. You deserve nothing less.”
My nonchalance confounds the old man further. Loud slurping noises and my boyfriend’s groans are the thunder of an approaching storm. The sounds roast my insides, and my juices flow easily. When Noémie finds her gag reflex, he hollers, and it oils my gait.
“Darling, swearing already? Weak at the knees? I told you, she has talents.”
“No, do not cum in her mouth.” My tone is assertive.
“I do not know what to do! Tie her up?”
The sewer of my mind flows, and these dirty thoughts require an outlet. “Use the collar and leash.”
The cloying heat pulses relentlessly. As my constant craving for days, I need them both. It possesses every movement and gesture; it is painted on my features. It is not true - to live happily, you must live hidden. I do not care who hears me; it excites me more.
“Hurry up? I am thirty minutes away. Slow her down. You will plough us all night or die trying.”
I huff, “You will work it out. Now, put the camera on. I want to watch.”
“Mon Dieu! In the bedroom already?” It is a melee of limbs, each trying to assert themselves. “Hold that leash, control her. Get her off with your fingers. You know how.”
At the platform, the swish of rubber tyres on the tracks does not drown out my words.
Line Fourteen has no train drivers. I am like a child and want to sit at the front for the panoramic view of the tunnel. The carriage is almost empty, and I am greeted onto the train by the sounds of squealing and Noémie’s sloshing cunt.
“Oooh, so masterful, darling. I can hear how wet she is. Bang her more with your fingers.”
A man turns and glares at me. Raffish, slim, and in his mid-twenties like me. He is well-dressed in a navy blue suit. My gesture of acknowledgement is met with a fearful stare, and I sit on the bench seat alongside his.
“Make the bitch come hard.”
Noémie howls with expletives.
“Yes, she is loud when she cums. Fuck the neighbours. How does she taste? Tell me.”
“Delicious? Mmm, she does. Stick your cock in her while she is still twitching.”
Her animal grunts scorch my inhibitions. “Is your tight kitty enjoying that, Noémie?”
“Oui…”
“You have unleashed the primal in him,” I mock. “Wrap your arms and legs around his body. You are ours now and will go home with well-used holes, you dirty bitch.”
Noemie squeals with delight.
Watching them, my compulsion to fuck is at the most dangerous levels. I cannot bear how my panties press at my pulsing sex. Raising my hips, I pull them down and loop them over my heels.
My smouldering eyes burn into my fellow passenger. “I think I have found a friend to play with.”
He breaks eye contact and looks forward, cheeks burning as much as his ears. My depraved leer may strike fear into a man, but sitting beside him cannot be misunderstood.
