My Forbidden Jazz Ecstasy: Surrendering to Armstrong in Paris’ Hidden Cave
Rain slicks the Paris streets, blue jazz rain. Rue de la Huchette glows neon red. Caveau du Chat Noir. Heart hammers. Cock stirs in my pants. That trumpet wail hits me first—deep, guttural, like a lover’s groan from the dark. I shouldn’t be here. Not like this. White boy from the south, chasing black magic […]