Orgy Tales

Here in my mental Private Locker, in that Alpe d’Huez hotel room, I crack it open. No more restraint. I’m Sylvie, 50, classy divorcee with the tight chignon. But inside, a fire rages. Two weeks on the Tour de France, surrounded by horny journalists, vigils, doctors. My pussy aches. Fingers and toys aren’t enough. I…