One Overnight in Paris. Fly Me to You.
I recently had the pleasure of a whirlwind escape – one overnight in Paris for a "Fly Me to You" date. A gentleman friend of mine, who was in the city on business, invited me to meet him for a rendezvous.
I flew in from London, with my suitcase bulging with shiny latex, slutty boots and silicone sex toys.
Once I landed, I headed straight to the very chic hotel my amour had chosen for our Ménage à deux.
I checked in, and began preparing for the night ahead. When he finished his meetings, he’d be coming to me – and I wanted to make sure I was ready to welcome him in a way he'd remember.
When I say "preparing," I don’t mean a casual freshen-up. I pulled out my favourite red latex catsuit, paired with a black corset that cinches my waist perfectly, and those iconic black pleaser platform stilettos.
By the time he knocked on the door, I was dressed, polished, and ready for action.
Action was exactly what he had in mind. No drink, no chit-chat, straight to the point. The point being an overnight of kinky fetish porn star experience.
I greeted him in all my latex glory. It had been over a year since we last saw each other, and he'd been dreaming of this moment every day since. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he took me in.
The best part about this catsuit? The crotch opens, and he didn't waste a second. He immediately knelt down and began to worship, staying there until I reached a knee shaking orgasm. Petit mort as they say.
Later in the evening, I decided to change things up. Out came my black latex skirt and PVC bra with peekaboo open nipples. He couldn't keep his hands off, and soon after, he wanted to put a butt plug up my ass. In return, I got on my knees and took a rough throat fucking.
The final wardrobe change of the night: my black PVC catsuit. There's something about the way latex shines and clings to every curve that makes it utterly irresistible.
He loves to touch, to worship my body in it – every stroke, every caress, heightening our connection. For him, it’s a tactile fantasy; for me, it's a visual delight.
He also enjoys when I pose, modelling every inch of latex that I wear.
In my pleaser heels, I tower over him – an effect he absolutely loves.
One thing about our dynamic that makes it special: it doesn't fit neatly into traditional BDSM roles. He worships me when I'm draped in latex, yet he isn’t submissive in the conventional sense. He spanks my ass, squeezes my neck, slaps my tits and face – but there's a different energy. There's power without the need for dominant words; intimacy without strict roles.
For this occasion, I got my nails done, long and red – like demonic talons. He’s a sucker for red nails, and they do look devilishly good when paired with latex. They're also great for sensation play, tracing along the skin, evoking shivers and gasps. However, I must admit, they’ve been a nuisance outside of our session. It’s been a week since I've had them on, and while I’m somewhat used to them now, I'll be relieved when I get back to the salon to have them removed.
The night ended with him cumming in my mouth, and as the fantasy wound down, we exchanged farewells and bon voyages.
My flight was delayed thanks to severe weather alerts, thunder, lightning, strong winds, and heavy rain. Even tornadoes were forecast. But those storms couldn’t dampen the memory our wet and wild overnight in Paris.