The sin of the month June

Every month, I publish in my blog in this column something outrageous, something naughty and highly arousing that was whispered to me. Erotic phantasies that often exceed what you would confess to your best friend in strict confidence. Like the following immorality, for example:

Charlotte's secret journey

Frankfurt, early morning. Terminal 1 of the airport was filled with the muffled echo of rolling suitcases, muted loudspeaker announcements and the discreet jingling of expensive watch straps. Charlotte stood at her gate, dark sunglasses pushed slightly into her hairline as her gaze searched through the waiting passengers. Elegant in a cream-coloured blazer, with just a silky top underneath, figure-hugging jeans and stilettos, she looked less like an escort lady and more like a woman who is used to spending her time in style. But that was exactly how Ralf had wanted her to look!

Ralf approached her in a casual linen shirt, his jacket casually thrown over his shoulder. His smile was discreet, almost businesslike - but his eyes flashed with the knowledge of their shared secret. It had been less than two weeks since they had met at a business dinner - she as a senior manager, he as an investor interested in working with her company. What began as harmless small talk ended in an invitation that wasn't entirely business-related.

‘Ready for a few days of discretion and sun?’ he asked as they greeted each other - no kiss, just a touch, his hand briefly on her lower back. Charlotte just nodded, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something - but she didn't. Words would only have broken the spell.

On the plane - business class, of course - the distance to the outside world was palpable. There were two wide seats between them, but as soon as they had taken off, Charlotte moved closer. The window pane reflected her face as she pretended to read a book. But her hand was hidden under the table on Ralf's thigh. Her fingernails slid gently over the fabric of his trousers, almost imperceptibly - invisible to any outsider. Only Ralf's steady breathing revealed that something was working inside him.

He leant towards her: ‘You're playing with fire.’

Charlotte didn't answer. She let her fingertips wander over his thigh, very slowly, until they lingered at his zip. His body tensed under her touch, while outside the Aegean Sea shimmered in turquoise blue beneath them. Ralf placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her slightly towards him as if he wanted to whisper something in her ear - but instead his mouth briefly brushed the delicate skin beneath her earlobe. She closed her eyes. In this tiny capsule above the clouds, separated from the world, there was only him and her. Just the crackle that blazed through barely perceptible gestures.

As the crew served lunch, Charlotte had crossed her legs - underneath, invisible to the corridor, the tip of her foot had wandered into Ralf's lap. A gentle circling, nothing intrusive - but enough to make him hold his fork steady with noticeable effort. Their eyes met over the porcelain plate. A game began that ignored the rules and used discretion as a means to pleasure.

When the plane finally touched down, it wasn't the view of Crete that took their breath away - it was the tension between them, thicker than the Cretan summer sky.

And they knew that the real adventure was only just beginning.

PS: if you encounter an immorality, feel free to confess it in this column! It can also just be a short confession, or maybe you wish to share a sinful sight? I also publish erotic photos or drawings here.

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