MICHAEL
I suppose I've always had a thing for older women because my first love was Céleste. She was effortlessly elegant with a sensual French accent in my head.
I was barely eighteen but her bluish green eyes always made my heart race and sent a thrill through me. I swear, I got goosebumps when she was around, or whenever her floral perfume wafted into my nostrils, I could already imagine she tasted like strawberry down there. She was in her mid-20s as a maid in my father's mansion.
My father knew I had a soft spot for her so he would always encourage me to have fun with her but never take her serious, to him she was nothing but his worker, a commoner, beneath me, he didn’t see her as a person only a toy for my amusement, satisfy my s****l curiosities but I didn’t listen, I was far
