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I tighten my coat against my body to warm myself from the cold I feel up here, I look Paris from the Montparnasse Tower, colossal in its 210 meters of height, and I have a 360º view of the city, wandering like a love at first sight? I do not have a logical explanation, but the fact is that Paris exudes an aura of passion, charm and sensuality that is difficult to explain. Vadinho wraps my shoulder and points in the distance to the Eiffel Tower, the Basilica of the Sacred Heart and, a little further away, the Louvre Museum... It's hard to choose a favorite place, since one is more interesting than the other. The light city dazzles my sights, my senses, with its secular architecture, and the elegant and half blasé way that the French walk through the streets, their cafes, shops, museums and the fairgrounds, everything, definitely everything, seduces me.
The cradle of culture and art, the French capital is full of options for all ages and tastes, rich in history and full of vibrant neighborhoods. We stayed in a cozy hotel in the Le Marais district, the "territory of artists", surrounded by bars, restaurants, vintage boutiques, museums and art galleries. After descending the tower, we will have an afternoon coffee in Josselin, a creperie, frequented by fine gastronomylovers. I bit off a portion of chocolate crepe with strawberry cream as I leaf through the little script I made for our trip to Paris, scratching out the sights you've visited and trying to disguise the anxiety it takes me to look down and read the last "places" I'd really like to go.
Holy shit! How am I going to convince my old-fashioned husband that I, a young 65-year-old woman, want to meet an adult entertainment club. The question I ask myself is: why not? Shame, taboo, is it that my age is no longer advanced enough for me to get allowed to strip myself from those bonds that hold my free soul? I'll wait until I drink the last sip that life offers me? Since I devoured in three days a book about a BDSM practicing businessman who falls in love with a young student of English literature, my curiosity does not let me down... I want to see how close this universe is. But it all depends on how my narrow-minded husband will digest the plans I have for both of us to enjoy our fourth night in Paris.
We return to the hotel and as soon as the night falls, I give up delaying and I satisfy Vadinho’s curiosity, who, since we have come from our boat trip on the Seine, insists on knowing that what is this place that I want to go.
"How do I dress properly for this tour, if I do not even know where we're going to go, is it some restaurant your friends from the reading group told you?"
“Actually, it’s not a restaurant, but I think there must be some place there to eat. Putyour dark gray suit on, do not forget the tie, I want you to wear the gray one, understood Vadinho?”
“Grey? But I prefer the black one.” Vadinho pauses, stretching his suit on the bed and throwing aside the tie I told him.
“I SAID GRAY!Why do you have to be against me, can you do what I said and put the fucking tie I asked you for?
"Why are you talking loud, your crazy woman? I'm not deaf, are you getting gaga?"
"I would say that gaga is your mother, but I respect my mother-in-law. May God bless her soul."
“Yes. But what place do you want to go to? Ah, I don’t know, why am I feeling that you intend to put us into some trouble?”
I open the suitcase and pull off a black set of a tapered bodice and a long satin skirt, as well as a matching, andan elegant and sensual lingerie, putting everything on the bed. He looks at my clothes on the bed and raises his eyebrow with sudden interest, scratching his head.
"Is that what you're going to wear?"
"Yeah, that's only missing the high heels.Why?"
“Nothing, I was just curious...”
"Okay, I give up trying to surprise you, we're going to an adult entertainment club, all right, are you satisfied now?"
Vadinho stares at me with wide eyes and his mouth half open, ah! Damn it, will he refuse to go to the club?
"A whorehouse, is that really what I understood?"
“Adult entertainment club, that's the right name, we’re not going to a whorehouse, it was in your youth.We'll go to a BDSM club, stop being old-fashioned, you need to open your mind, know the new.
“I don’t think so, Lisa. I do not know!”
I spend the last half hour explaining to Vadinho what the BDSM universe is about and convincing him that we will only know the club, nothing more. But in the end, after a long negotiation, in which I had to promise him that I would not do anything stupid, I finally drag my donkey man to go tol'escarpin SM club, on Rue du Prévôt.
We were greeted by a young brunette woman who accompanied us to the large hall, there are couples dancing in a lascivious manner, urging our libido, ahead two women are stroking each other's breasts with delicacy and a palpable luster in their eyes.Sitting in the corner of the bar, one woman is kissed by a sexy man and another oneslideshis hand on her thigh, making her moan softly. Vadinho looks at me with wide eyes, in a mixture of desire and fear, I hold his hand tightly and listen to the explanations of the receptionist, who tells us where the dungeon is, the private and the common rooms, that are suitable for the voyeurism practice. Then, we decided to go to the dungeon, following a long corridor ahead. When we get there, we come across a profusion of accessories and furnishings, suitable for BDSM practicing, the walls are painted black, with handcuffs and shackles hanging on all sides, on the left, there is a support with whips and different typesand sizes of lashings, and on the right side, an immense cross of Saint Andrew.
In the background is a Dominator, dressed in a full black suit that wraps his athletic forms to perfection, he slips the panties of a young blond masquerade girl letting her completely naked, he bends her down on his knees and starts to punish her, delivering a countless series ofpoppedhits on her buttocks. He bangs and smooths, slaps and strokes, with his fingers coming and going between herthighs. Vadinho stands in front of this scene and indiscreetly observes, sharply excited by the image and the moans that the girl makes while his owner penetrates her vagina with his fingers. My husband's lustful look, in addition to the reverberant sound of moans and whispers around us, makes me wet, I hide and I ask him, almost begging him, to drag me to one of the private rooms or to the hotel and make love with me the exact way that I need.
"Do you want to stay here any longer?"
Vadinho suggests that we enjoy our night of perversions a bit more and I ask to go to the bathroom to freshen up, on arriving there I fight bravely with my bodice, which is as tight as if it was about to cut my breath.
Gee, it is definitely not meant for old women. I breathe and I give up on trying to loosen the shoelace that holds it on my back. Two women stir up laughing, which makes me laugh too, but I stop as I realize that the funny subject which they speak are about me, distilling all their stock of poisons in saying that I am only anold woman dressed in submissive, about to find a way on the sciatic, walking around me like a Latin bitch.
The other one says that it should be forbidden ridiculous couples like Vadinho and me, to attend one of the most renowned BDSM clubs in Paris. They leave, and only after I have made sure that I am alone, I leave the bathroom and wash my hands, which shake uncontrollably for not having marked the face of these insane whores.
I raise my time-honored face, and the woman I see reflected in the mirror is so far from who I really am, full of freshness and foolish dreams, that wants to win the world, however, even if there are decades that separates us, they and I, still hold the spark of passion in our eyes. It will not be two roundworms that will determine where I should be and how I can feel myself a woman. I dry the corner of my eyes, sweaty my face and meet Vadinho, who is sitting at a table almost in front of the stage.
He asks the waiter for a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and fresh oysters, everything is perfect, the tickling that the sparkling makes in the roof of my mouth, the exotic taste of the oysters with the acidity of the lemon, and to complete the mood of lust, a sinuous melody starts been played, increasing the aura of desire at the limit.
Our gazes meet and fix one another, so many sweet and warm memories, once a Casino dancer, always a dancer! Even if an eternity passes, music and dance are never gone away from me, they are registered in the depths of my provocative soul by nature. I slowly get up and stand in front of my love, he looks at me without understanding what I'm going to do, but when he looks at the arch of my hips, I smile, running my hand over his face, surely imagining, "God, why did you give me such a crazy woman? To paraphrase Chico Buarque’ssong "Under measure", I can answer, and it is simple: "You have the love that you deserve".
I do not take my eyes from his, moving my hips in the exact rhythm of the sound, rippling it as if against an invisible man, my hands wander about my lap and go down slowly through the sides of my breasts, the curve of my hips and my thighs.
I approach my lover, and slowly withdraw his gray tie,like a senior Christian Gray, and dance,almost sitting on his lap.Provoking the horn of my man suddenly makes me feel more alive, in that short time I do not think of the minutes that separate me from a certain death, the fatal tic tac toe of my life that runs through my fingers, I just feel like a woman once more, and nothing more... Her heavy breathing shows me how excited he is and I keep turning from back to him and gently wiggling my butt as I look over my shoulder.
Some men near our table stop what they are doing and observe in amazement, instigated, the genuine form that I give myself to my man in every movement of my body, without the foolish modesty that only fatalizes the femininity.
Vadinho crosses his legs and puts his hand on his lap so that people around him do not realize that he is stiff and I smile satisfied by arousing his desire so intensely.
Two tables on the right, the two-little-tart watch me uneasily, in a different way from before, certainly not understanding how a woman without the twenties can take away the indiscreet looks of so many men around her.
I decide to show them how much I can be a bitch, I give Vadinho a kiss and before he asks me where I am going, I go to the table of the girl and sit without asking for permission, crossing my legs:
(J'ai écouté ce que vous avez dit dans la salle de bain.) Ce que vous devez comprendre, c'est que la convoitise et le plaisir ne sont pas réservés aux jeunes: être une femme est quelque chose qui dépasse l'âge, un visage parfait et un corps dur. , tant d'outils pour être plus attirants et vous ne pouvez pas encore ... J'espère que vous avez appris à séduire un homme avec la grand-mère juste ici.
(I listened what you said in the bathroom. And what you need to understand is that lust and pleasure is not only for young people. Being a woman is something beyond age, a perfect face and a tough body. Today you have so many adornments, so many “tools” to be more attractive and you cannot yet. I hope you have learnt how to seduce a man with the grandma right here.)
I get up from the table without giving them a chance to react, I feel glad to see them staring at me with anastonished face. Vadinho waits for me with my coat in his hands, he covers my back and whispers in my ear an invitation that I would be an idiot to refuse.
"What do you think about finishing this dance in our room?"
I nod and give a sexy wink to my dark-haired man and, together, we walkedthrough the sinful night of Paris.
I finish taking a shower and take one of the sexy nightdresses I brought for our third, or would it be fourth, honeymoon?
I open the bathroom door and find my love lying on the bed with his arms crossed behind his nape in a relaxed position... But not totally relaxed because, as soon as my eyes fixate on his groin, I see that he is stiff as a stone. Damn it, I could not imagine that our going to the club had left him so turned on, I’m surprised and dazzled by the image of his powerful and unexpected erection, because, for some time, our sexual routine has been soft, and then our eyes met each other again.
Vadinho gives me a naughty smile, waving his finger so that I get closer to him and me, without taking my eyes off his cock pulsing in front of me, like an obedient wife, I do what he asks me.
I fall over my man's chest, after riding on him, almost dislocating my hips, and set my body aside, searching the air in my lungs and sweating a lot.
Fucking hell, did this sex marathon hashurt my sciatic nerve? Vadinho breathes exhausted and dries his forehead, his face is reddish.Our eyes look at the same time at his penis, surprisingly it is still stiff as a log of wood and I ask, pointing with the chin to his firm member that does not soften anyway:
"Are you ok, Vadinho?"
He stops for a moment and answers me with a yellow smile:
“Yes, I think so.”
“I didn’t understand, why do you think so?”I frowned as I see his cock pulsing as if it had its own life.
"It's okay, I'm just warm, did you turn the air conditioningon?"
"Of course, yes, it's atthe maximum temperature, what’s going on? I'm finding you very strange.”
"No, nothing, I'm going to take a cold shower to see if that"guy" gets down." – Vadinho says, going into the bathroomwith his wobbly legs.
Shit! No matter how hard I feel, full of hot coals to burn, I'm not young anymore for these sexual triathlons. Unbeknownst to me, I start thinking about those women in the sex club.Son of a gun!If a fuck with my sixty-eight-year-old boy made me almost paralytic, imagine those poor girls being slapped, whipped and penetrated by all their sides? They must have left the club straight for the first aid.
I take a long breath and try to get out of bed promptly, but my body complains, then I stand up half bent over, I touch the mattress, and when I dare to test the condition of my spine, I hear an odd "crack".Damn! I'll have to lean on the bedside table so I do not fall over my ass on the floor.
I put my nightdress on, without an underwear, and then I put on a robe, something is smelling bad to me, I'm sure that if I look in Vadinho's bag, I'll find the reason for his insatiable vigor.
I open the little black bag and found his aftershave, perfume, shaver, cane paint to cover his white hairsand, to my horror, when I'm giving up looking, I take a pack of medicine from the bottom of the bag.I turn the pack over and put it away to read from afar without my glasses.