My Taboo Lingerie Shop Tryst with the Hung Virgin Next Door
My lingerie shop in Paris’s 17th hums with temptation. Mannequins pose in sheer corsets and stockings. That’s when I spot him—Thomas, the awkward 19-year-old from upstairs. Skinny, pimply, Jesuit schoolboy. Staring hungrily at the brunette dummy in black basque and nylons. His dad calls my shop a ‘moral outrage.’ Perfect. Time to corrupt the son. […]