The French attitude to sex has fascinated me since I first encountered the Marquis de Sade, his incest and days of Sodom. Expressive, direct, lustful,...wanton and uninhibited. The French revel in exploring each others minds and bodies, mistresses and gigolos are commonplace. Admitting you have a married lover is nothing to be ashamed of. De Sade aside, some of the sexiest erotic fiction and images come from France. There’s a fabulous scene in a French movie combining bondage, domination,. “now now slut, this won’t do. Be patient, or I will stop.”I moan, forcing my body to control itself. His warm lips gently kiss my hard nipples, sending ripples of pleasure down my body. One word, one word, is all I need to cum. All I need is his permission, and I know I will cum, harder then I have ever known. I moan and beg, my pleas sounding little more the garbled moans. He laughs lightly, trailing his kisses down my body. “So wet…pet, you have soaked your panties…such a dirty little slut. My mind was going crazy wondering If I should ask him If we could go to his. After pulling his T-shirt over his head he turned to face me, smiled and then unlocked his car. I stood watching, unsure what to do. I was disappointed when he got in the car and started the engine. You better get inside he said to me as he drove away. Since then Ive not seen or heard from Colin, its been four days. I went in the house that night and Jack was already in his room. Other than asking for the remote. So at 7 years old Manny and I were hanging out at his house and his mom called me downstairs telling me my parents wanted me home. She was always wearing these heels with pantyhose no matter what she was doing. The heels were at least 4-5 inches helping her at least get to mid 4 foot range. As I came down I noticed for the first time I had seen she was in shorts with no heels or pantyhose but in tennis shoes. I remember thinking that her tennis shoes looked so little and like kid shoes. She.