Short Story ✍️ Soirée des Hommes (Guy's Night)

Eight men. One French woman. Guy's night gets unexpectedly weird and wild.

Sylvie sat patient and poised, the object of a shared fantasy they hadn’t dared speak aloud.

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Hi! I’m sorry, this story no longer lives on Substack! Soirée des Hommes (Guy's Night), along with The Taste of Tonight and No Condom. No Pulling Out. are now collected as an eBook, Dripping for Him, available exclusively on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.

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Freddy rang the bell and already regretted not meeting his friend at the bar instead of coming to his house so they could ride together. Sebastian had promised the sports bar would have icy beer, good wings, and “a safe distance from his wife’s gravitational field.”

Then Sebastian’s wife opened the door.

Sylvie was perhaps the most beautiful French woman that Freddy had ever laid actual eyes upon. Actually, the most beautiful woman, period, but one who happened to be French. She was also impossibly opaque in conversation, which frustrated and intimidated Freddy. And when Sylvie went out into the world, there was no one more put together and elegantly beautiful - but in her home, Sylvie had a tendency to wear uncomfortably little clothing: workout shorts and a sports bra, a bikini (they had a pool where she liked to sunbathe), outfits that left little to the imagination. So it was for all those reasons that Freddy tried to avoid his friend’s wife, especially in their home.

Of course, that day she wore a white ribbed tank top, with no bra underneath, and shorts that might have technically been made of fabric but felt spiritually closer to suggestion…

Hi! This story is officially GONE from Substack! If you’d like to read it you can do so on Kindle or Kindle Unlimited. Paid subscribers can message me and I’ll email you a PDF or ePub file.

In public, Sylvie dressed like a fashion icon; at home, she dressed like the concept of modesty did not exist.

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If you haven’t started reading my novella, Tropical Permission, the first five chapters are available now!

📖 Chapter One: Ocean Heat

📖 Chapter Two: The Red Bikini

📖 Chapter Three: The Dinner Confession

📖 Chapter Four: The First Time

📖 Chapter Five: The Morning After

And if short, steamy, slightly absurdist erotica (like Soirée des Hommes) is more your speed, check out my other short story, Freeway to the Festival. - L.H.