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Madama Papillon



Your Post-Operation Transgender Delight

Joie de paris

By Madama Papillon, Sep 3 2018 08:00AM

An early morning pick up from my flat and we drive to the airport. I love France, and I love Paris most of all. Glasgow airport is busy as we absorb some coffee and duck into a clothes shop. I try on the most beautiful Harris Tweed winter coat, which feels like it’s cut is just for me. To my surprise, he buys it for me as a gift. Such a kind, thoughtful and generous person. I walk to the plane feeling like a million dollars.

A taxi from la Gare du Nord sees us in our kinky subterranean basement apartment. The hot shower washes away all travel stress. I put on a shoulderless black dress and we taxi to the Bateaux Mouches moored by le Seine. Pre-cruise wine and chat in a bizarre nouveau art decor bar and we board the ship. I go for the duck foie gras, veal and chocolate, washed down with champagne and wine. We see a guy propose to his partner on the other table. Violins and piano float accompany the meal. On docking we take a short walk to the Crazy Horse cabaret. I enjoyed this soooo much! The girls were fun, crazy and gorgeous. He buys me roses. More champagne and a taxi back for an evening of intimate pleasures, finally falling asleep at 3am.

I sleep for 9 hours and wake at 12. I didn’t really want to lose the morning but feel good for the sleep. Today is my day he says. I munch cheese, baguette and fruit, we sip an espresso in a café and metro to the Louvre. I love classical architecture and museums and the day is lost in Egyptian artefacts and famous paintings. We walk along the Seine, tired but happy to a restaurant. I have a penchant for Pastis, he has framboise. We chat, eat and people watch, hold hands and walk.

I love travel. New places. New foods. If you have a trip, personal or business, I am often willing to go. Special rates make such things affordable. Whether London, Paris, New York or Timbuktu. Let me be your muse, friend and play mate.



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That woman of loneliness and mystery,

scarce seen to smile,

seldom heard to sigh.

She knew herself a villain,

but deemed the rest no better

than the thing she seemed,

and scorned the best as hypocrites

who hid those deeds

the bolder spirit plainly did.

She knew herself detested,

but she knew the hearts that loathed her,

crouched and dreaded too.

Lone wild and strange,

she stood alike exempt from all affection

and from all contempt.


- My edit of Byron!




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