La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
The mark of the beast. The mark of Emmanuelle.
My thoughts went back to the weekend soirée in Neuilly where we met Emmanuelle again after many years since our school days.
Watching my Ninja and Emmanuelle together joust in witty and smart conversation that evening turned me on as much as it left me a little cold.
Looking at the two of them at the time I wondered if Emmanuelle had met her match or if the Ninja had met his. Worse still, had I met mine?
It was a thrilling challenge. Life just got very interesting indeed.
Anaïs x