Natalie Ogle, Natalie Ogle Says: Her Skin Was As Soft As Honey / Raconte : Sa peau était aussi douce que du miel
**Title: "The Delights of Desire"** In early 19th-century Paris, where the atmosphere was charged with tumultuous passions and delicate morals, lived a young woman named Natalie Ogle. At first glance, she might seem ordinary, but those who took the time to explore her world would discover a vibrant soul, in search of unexplored pleasures. Her appearance was captivating; her chestnut hair, falling in silky curls, surrounded an angelic face whose smile could bewitch any passerby. One summer day, when the sun bathed the cobblestone streets in golden light, Natalie ventured into a secret garden with shaded paths, a place protected from the prying eyes of high society. She indulged in a stroll, savoring the intoxicating scent of the roses that, at that moment, were bursting with vibrant colors. It was there that she crossed paths with a mysterious man, whose piercing gaze left an indelible impression. His name was Léandre, an artist whose works embraced the sensitivity and beauty...