First story of the year! And it takes you clubbing!
But while I’m still under the influence of sober happiness, I’ll tell you about the first story of the year. It is called “FLEUR DU MAL”, and despite the name, there’s nothing to do with flowers or bad things in it, quite the reverse. It’s full of romantic and erotic scenes, as well as some sweet moments. And I can say, without an ounce of exaggeration, that it is one of my favorite stories I’ve written so far. In erotica, that is.
“Fleur Du Mal” is a club in New Orleans that I made up exactly a year ago when I started writing the story for one of the two winners of last year’s Super Duper Sweepstakes. I loved the club so much, I had to go back to it. I won’t divulge too much about the club, but I will say this: there is a lot of magic in the place. And a lot of mystery surrounding it. The name of the club comes from Charles Baudelaire’s volume of poems, “Fleurs du Mal”, which at the time of the publication in mid 1800’s France was viewed as bold, scandalous, and an offense to public decency, and for these reasons, I think it’s a great name for the club in my story.
Here’s the blurb:
Grace and Vincent have come to New Orleans for a romantic getaway. But when they receive an invitation to the notorious club, ‘Fleur du Mal‘, they have no idea how far they will end up going.
“We kiss. I’m giving everything to Vincent. He shifts against me. I rub against his bulge, and we dry hump for the crowd. Then, Vincent hooks his fingers in my G-string. My heart begins to pound. I’m certain he is going to rip my panties off and take me right there with the crowd watching, and I want him to…
“WARNING: ‘Fleur du Mal‘ contains explicit material and is not intended for minors.