Two young over-educated sapio-sexual lovers tumbling together to turn each other on with life, love and lust. These are our diaries - what's real and what's fantasy is ours to know.
Raised in different cultures around the world, we're happy to be in the hub of a cosmopolitan city as we are in the desert.
Based in France, our professional work sometimes keeps us apart with travel to distant lands. We live our erotic lives vicariously through each other.
We tease each other with the scent of sensuality and hot rawness of erotic passion. We giggle with a light souffle of self-irony and fun with what we post. We also go to the really dark places to illuminate the spiritual side of our erotic desires. Our erotic tastes are eclectic so not everything will be to everyone's tastes here.
Nous avons aussi d'autres passions comme le cinéma, art, danse, musique, et les voyages.
C'est notre odyssée comme nous voyageons autour du monde et nos imaginations. La curiosité est le capitaine de notre bateau et la passion pour de nouvelles expériences est le vent dans nos voiles.
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La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
The theme of the soirée was black and white. For the men. The women always do as they please.
My Ninja wore his Savile Row tux. It’s the first thing he packs wherever he travels. In France it’s less formal but Friday’s soirée gave him a chance to feel sexy and at ease.
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
A cigar is just a cigar….
Harmless flirting never hurt anyone at these sort of care-free Neuilly soirées.
Which is why when I bummed a cigar off my Ninja it sent the wrong kind of signal to the mature rotund gentleman, an Italian diplomat, I was talking to when he dropped his wine glass out some nervous tick. I think he cast a nervous glance at his wife who had dagger eyes….mmmm, now she was a handsome woman.
Anaïs x
(Source: fetish4)
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Vendredi soir avec des amis….une soirée à Neuilly.
A friend of my Ninja has the gift of mingling interesting people from different walks of life. This is what I love about living here in Paris you never know who you will run into.
The surprise of the evening was meeting a long lost French friend with whom I was at international school with in Norway many many years ago where our fathers were posted.
It was a surreal moment to meet Emmanuelle again. Even more surreal to see her flirt with my Ninja.
Anaïs x
(Source: grottu)
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle. Une diablesse.
A she-wolf never changes her colours. She once seduced one of my brothers at school and broke his heart. It hurt a lot at the time. I was just a powerless little girl playing tomboy, I knew nothing of lethal feminine wiles at the time.
Looking at her now I realised we shared many character traits. She was a man-eater. The fawning old politician on her arm told me all I needed to know.
But the difference between us is that I have a troubling conscience that really does guide me through moral predicaments. She didn’t and from what I could see, doesn’t.
It repelled me as well as excited me. Was she a woman eater as much as I knew she was a man eater?
I didn’t want to take a chance to find out. We met. We circled each other. We jousted without grazing each other. We were playful without revealing our true thoughts. A few perfunctory air kisses and a vague promise to do lunch and we were done.
But something tells me I will bump into Emmanuelle later for Paris is a small world.
Anaïs x
(Source: m--a--k--a)
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle. Rusé comme un renard…
In my tomboy phase I would go climbing the highest trees and climb steep slopes in Norway. And yes, I did spot Emmanuelle on more than one occasion with a guy, often older than herself. I didn’t see much but my imagination thought it did :)
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle. L’enfant sauvage.
She was a wild child in when it came to stories whispered around us girls at international school in Norway.
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle hadn’t changed. She was still her mischievous self. She and my NInja got on famously.
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle I had known as a 16 year old girl and was three years above me. A lifetime in school years.We were never close nor did we hang out. Our families went to church together. She always looked the good Catholic girl except she really was sneaking off with the boys and smoking weed and cigarettes. I remained the goody two shoes….hmmm.
So it was surreal at first to strike up a conversation that wasn’t airy or just going through the motions, as the saying goes.
I have never been lost for words but this took some effort. My Ninja just giggled at my initial discomfort with that mischievous glint he has on his lips. Bastard :)
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Kindred spirits….of a sort.
I pondered on why Emmanuelle disturbed my usual sangfroid.
Perhaps because I remember her as a school girl above me in years who seemed opposite to me (she a sexual wild child and I a carefree tomboy) but deep down we had the same restless spirit and a curiosity for the world and limitless horizons. Except she seemed to lack a moral centre - or so it seemed to me. She seemed from my limited observations as a hard bitten girl who was determined to get away with everything. She had a gift for using boys and even grown men. She seemed too cruel and perhaps even callous.
I think she disturbed me because she didn’t seem to have limits. That realisation was not a mark against her but a cold dose of reality that I had limits and for someone who professed to follow her curiosity wherever it led it was a little troubling. She boldly embodied a Darwinian spirit in terms of her self-interested desires being paramount. She had no time for weakness or self-pity. In an unfair patriarchal world she was determined to bend the world to her needs.
As much as repelled me I was also drawn to her. I admired her candid restless spirit and the way she used her feminine wiles (the means and not the ends). She hid her obvious intelligence well in a way not to threaten men (clever girl) and her graceful charm was disarming to all.
We seemed to be kindred spirits but with different shades of gray. I know this because her eyes lit up in approval as we engaged each other with rapier wit and a ‘knowingness’ camouflaged in our delicate words around the smart but witless men around us.
Much later I realised the main difference between us was that I had love in my life in the form of my Ninja. She only ever loved herself, or so it seemed to me. As we went home I looked at my Ninja and realised he was more than my husband and best friend and muse but also a moral anchor. That was a comforting realisation.
Life has gotten very interesting indeed…
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
I don’t have to worry about my Ninja. I know he can handle a she-wolf like Emmanuelle. Besides he still had Versailles Girl on the brain :)
Anaïs x
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
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
My mind isn’t so much on my work these past few days but on the phone call from Emmanuelle.
I am in two minds about meeting up with her.
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
In two minds.
Many voices in my head seducing me to meet up with Emmanuelle.She is deliciously dangerous and I know my curiosity will get me into trouble. It always does…
Anaïs x
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle était un prédateur.
Les prédateurs parmis les plus dangeureux sont cachés.
Her lethal intelligence and sultry charms were hard to resist.
Anaïs x
(Source: theguccislut)
La vie érotique d’une chatte Parisienne
Emmanuelle. Über-vixen.
A woman of substance. Smart. Sophisticated. Stylish.
Her allure intrigued me at school and even more so today. She makes the perfect riposte to the ludicrous claim that women are the weaker sex.
Anaïs x