Mon Ange

french is indeed a beautiful language, especially through the voice of angels

Flight 085 is ready for boarding, please ensure you have all your belongings and tickets ready

I stand wearily to my feet, groaning, and smile wryly as thirty-odd nationalities bunch up in a hopeless fashion at the check-in gate. I can't remember the last time I've seen so many people struggle to form such a basic queue. This will take forever.

As I stand behind a chubby spanish lady, I cast my thoughts back over the last week in Barcelona and I start daydreaming about my angel, my summer romance, who is at this moment probably back in Strasbourg.

I remember the feeling of small, delicately warm lips coursing over mine, a feeling I had all but forgotten in these long lonely months behind me. The suprise on my face of your XXL sized tongue despite such a small mouth and the passion with which you kissed me in the private booth of the club we were in.

"Jesus, she's way out of my league."; I remarked to the girl who had accomanied us out that night.

I don't know how, but then I knew that we were on the same wavelength, and any games or boundary checking was not needed. I walked back to the hostel with you under my arm and had to contain the bulge in my trousers as I led you to the quiet little courtyard. I smiled to see that oriental french girls have dark purple nipples.

I remember kissing you until I couldn't hold myself off any longer and gently nudged your head down to my crotch. The feeling of warmth around my cock as your small mouth enveloped me made me open my mouth slightly and my eyes roll into the back of my head, and as you proceeded further to swallow all the way down to the base of my shaft I lost myself in the ecstasy of the moment. Seeing someone as pretty as you become turned on and reach one slender arm into your jeans was truly special.

I remember what it was like, when, after waiting until 5am so everyone would be asleep, to finally make slow, exasperatingly quiet love in the dark. Feeling your body giving in so willingly and easily unto me, and your eyes when I had made the first few stroking motions. The most pleasant suprise of the night was hearing you start to talk to me in french.

The next night turned out to be even more special, as you went down on me again and with more eagerness than I have ever known. Later you would remark that you have never known any man to be so open to you and so without taboo, and how wonderful it was that I let you do whatever you wanted to me, but truth be told I had left you for a far off plane of nirvana, and had little idea of what your greedy tongue and lusting fingers were doing between my legs. I could only arch my back and gasp at how unbelievably good it all felt.

In the moments when my eyes would open and recieve data, you proceeded to start fingering yourself, moving one hand behind and over your tight tan ass and into your pussy, using two fingers to penetrate yourself in steady motions.

Finally, you moved up and took me in your soft hands, lying on your side with your back to me. I pulled your hair back and started to kiss your neck as you continued to finger yourself. With your body pressed to me, I felt you pull out and then place your fingers firmly back into your rear, and then proceed to push in and out with a soft moan. For a while I was too speechless to know what to think, but when you grasped me with one hand and pushed me from behind into yours, I began to spasm from the feeling. I have seen anal in porn but had never guessed it to feel this...

"Your tickets please?" said a terse young woman in a flight attendant uniform.

I sigh, and hand over my passport. Till you visit me in London, mon petit ami.

Strangest thing woman has ever said to me en route to sex

although I'm sure one day I'll hear something that will top this...

Someone recently asked me what the strangest thing a girl has ever said to me while I was getting laid. I couldn't think of anything, but this is the weirdest shit I have ever heard whilst on my way to getting laid:

Me: "So, where shall we go?"

Her: "We can go back to mine, but I should probably warn you that one of my friends is an addict and coming off drugs, he'll be sedated and unconscious in his room so he's nothing to worry about. Would that bother you?"

Me: "....."