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Sweet Sixteen in Paris, France

I went to Paris on a sort of student-exchange program when I was fifteen. My 16th birthday coincided with the group's visit to Paris. Along with us Americans, a few French kids were along for a special visit to the Eiffel Tower that night. After a so-so meal in the restaurant at the top of the Tower, (complete with birthday cake), our group was waiting at the base for our bus to arrive. I had been flirting with a French boy the whole evening (I'm a terrible flirt!) While we were waiting, the boy and I snuck away from the group into the shrubbery surrounding the base of the tower for a little heavy petting. We hid ourselves well, since there was a gendarme (French policeman) patrolling the area around the tower on foot. I decided that I wanted to celebrate my special birthday with a "bang" (pun intended) so I practically raped the poor boy! He kept muttering "merde" (shit) on the backstrokes because his bare butt was hitting a rose bush! The excitement of the moment, the fear of the gendarme, the risk of getting caught by someone from our group - what a high! It was just a quickie, and he wasn't very good, and I can't even remember his name, but oh, what a way to celebrate!!!!
Kinky, no?