Holiday Yearning

Cultivateddesires

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On holiday with teenage sons in southern France. No privacy available.

Sleeping in boxers, a boy asleep right outside the bedroom door.

No possibility of marital intimacy or even private fantasy. Far too easy for sound or movement or evidence to be apparent to everybody.

Leaves me with that deep, guttural well of desire gradually building like the force of a glacier.

And then there are the hot French girls in short skirts and tight tops everywhere one turns…
 
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