#larvotto

[lovings4turn]

୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 puppy love . . . (l.h.)

— the last thing that you expect to find when wandering around monaco is a lone dog also exploring the streets. your search for his owner proves far more successful than you could have imagined.

+ requested by a lovely anon! this idea was so so cute so thank you sm for sending it in, i hope you enjoy! banner from cafekitsune!

+ pure fluff, roscoe is the ultimate match maker here.

monaco was truly everything you could have dreamed it would be, and then some.

for the past few days, you and your friends had frequented the glorious larvotto beach, explored the overly lavish stores and casinos, and had even been convinced to walk the length of the famous race track that encircled the streets.

meanwhile, your nights were spent in fancy restaurants and expensive clubs, the over-priced champagne giving you a real taste of the opulent lifestyle of those who lived there.

months and months of extra shifts at work had finally paid off, and so you were determined to make the absolute most of every last minute of the trip. not a moment was to be wasted, which was exactly why you and another friend were wandering around the city whilst the rest of your group slept off an awful hangover.

it was as you lifted a hand to adjust the sunglasses that were slipping from your face that you caught sight of a flash of brown in your peripheral vision. confusion prompted your brows to furrow, a feeling that only heightened as you realised what the flash actually was.

seemingly on his own was a large bulldog, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth in a display of happiness. a brief survey of your surroundings confirmed your suspicions that the dog was unattended, and your frown deepened. 

unable to leave the poor thing by himself in the middle of such a busy place, you began to walk over, taking slow, tentative steps in an effort not to startle the animal.

“hello,” you cooed, voice heading up an octave as you held out a hand in a gesture of friendship. “oh you are gorgeous, aren’t you?”

your friend stifled a laugh at the sight of you, crouched down and offering your hand for the random dog to sniff, an experiment to decide whether or not he would deem you worthy of his companionship. 

“what are you doing here, hm?” you continued, more to yourself than the dog. “where’s y’parent?”

as the dog tilted his head in search of gentle pats, he had also inadvertently revealed the collar sitting around his neck, complete with a silver tag that, thankfully, appeared to be engraved.  

still cooing and fussing over the animal, you gently plucked the tag between your fingers. you manipulated the metal away from the sun in order to make out the letters printed there, and sighed in relief as you read.

ROSCOE. IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL XXXXX-XXX-XXX.

bingo.

“don’t worry, roscoe,” you hummed. “gonna get you home.”

your fingers danced across the keypad of your phone. as the familiar sound of the dial tone rang out, you gnawed at your bottom lip, anxiously awaiting an answer.

not wanting to let him out of your sight, you remained in a squat position despite the burn building in your thighs. the feeling of soft fur against the palm of your hand turned out to be one hell of a motivator. 

“hello?”

the voice on the other end of the line was, undoubtedly, male, and also undoubtedly breathless. a pang of sympathy struck you as you noted the worry in the stranger’s voice, as if he’d been hunting for the dog for a while before your call came through.

“hello! sorry to bother you,” you started, tongue poking out to wet your lips before you continued. “but i think i’ve got your dog with me. he’s a bulldog? roscoe?”

“oh thank god,” the stranger rushed out, a thankful chuckle rumbling through your phone’s speaker. “i’ve been all over looking for him, i was starting to get worried.”

“he’s okay, i’ve got him here and he seems… pretty happy, actually,” you assured, unable to keep a smile out of your voice as roscoe’s tail began to wag a little faster. 

scanning your surroundings in an effort to find some way to mark your location, you noted a café with a name emblazoned above their doorway.

“i’m right next to a roca, the little café?” you explained. "i don't know if it would be easier for you to come to me. not sure how i'd get him to follow along with me, is all," you laughed.

"a roca," the man mumbled, an affirmative tone in his voice. "give me five minutes, i'll be there as fast as i can. thank you so much, seriously. i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't found him."

your face flushed a little at the appreciative tone and high praise, and you struggled to keep the smile out of your voice as you replied.

"it's really no problem. i'd want someone to do the same for me."

after exchanging quick goodbyes, and not before being thanked another three times, you and your friend managed to coax the dog a little closer to the café, wanting to find the quietest spot possible on such a busy street.

"he said he was coming?" your friend confirmed.

"in about two minutes."

"did he sound cute?"

"seriously?"

your friend only laughed, shrugging her shoulders in nonchalance. in her eyes, the question was fully justifiable, and you would have happily answered it if the answer had not been yes.

a few more minutes passed before a familiar voice met your ears, prompting you to look up in search of roscoe's owner.

what you weren't expecting was to meet the eyes of a man who was downright beautiful. he was practically divine, his deep, tattooed skin glowing under the sun as though it had been crafted purely to highlight his biceps.

his braids were pulled back into a ponytail, and as he smiled at you in thanks, you caught sight of the slightest gap between his bright teeth.

you'd stumbled across the dog of a fucking god.

"hi!" you greeted, hoping that your cheeks didn't look as warm as they felt.

judging by the smug look that your friend was giving you, it seemed that pure hope wasn't enough. luckily, the man was far too preoccupied in attaching a lead to the collar of his dog, enthusiastically stroking him as he gently chastised him for running off.

"thank you again, seriously. i swear this has never happened before," he said with a chuckle, hand scratching at the back of his neck.

"really, there's no need to thank me." you dismissed his praise with a wave of your hand, though your smile was practically splitting your face into two. "anyone would've done the same."

"maybe, but it was you who did, so thank you..." he trailed off as he spoke, a clear prompt for you to give your name.

"y/n, i'm y/n," you responded, cringing as you instinctively provided a small wave with your name.

"y/n," he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "i'm lewis. 's nice to meet you."

before you could say anything else, the man began digging through the pockets of his trousers, clearly hunting for something.

"i almost forgot. let me repay you, thank you, whatever you want to call it," he mumbled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he hunted for his wallet.

"stop, really, it's okay!" you assured, not needing money for the simple act of being a decent human being. you hadn't exactly done anything heroic. just kept a cute dog company until his even cuter owner arrived to reclaim him.

"fine," the man, lewis, agreed, laughing slightly as he took his hand from his pocket. "at least let me take you out to dinner?"

if you were in a cartoon, you're sure that your jaw would've hit the floor in shock. a soft, subtle nudge from your friend was a sharp reminder that you should actually answer the man instead of simply staring in surprise.

"i'd like that," you responded, biting back the wild grin that threatened to spread across your features.

"great. tonight, maybe?"

"sounds perfect to me."

"i'm looking forward to it," lewis said, the corner of his eyes crinkling playfully. "give me a text. you already have my number."

he shot you a wink and, thankfully, decided it was time for him to depart. though you were sad to see him go so soon, it served as a blessing in disguise. you were allowed to keep your cool, as he didn't get to see the sight of you and your friend freaking out, crazed grins and loud laughs escaping you at the absurdity of the situation.

you'd gotten a date with the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen, and it was all thanks to a dog.

monaco truly was a magical place.

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[totowlff]

a monegasque horror story

➝ in the sun-soaked streets of monaco, you cross paths with a mysterious man named toto. drawn to each other by a shared love of classic cars, you quickly form an intimate bond, but beneath toto's charismatic exterior lies a web of secrets. as your relationship deepens, you discovers a chilling truth: toto isn't who he claims to be.

➝ word count: 2,9k

➝ warnings: mentions of death

➝ author’s note: i wrote this one shot for a little competition in the wolff pack server in discord. maybe it's a different tone that you are used to read here, but i hope you enjoy it!

It was a warm summer night in Monaco when you saw him for the first time. He was standing next to your car, looking at it closely. It wasn't unusual for the vehicle to attract attention, especially considering the model, which was only produced for a short period in the 1950s. After a few moments of silent observation, you cleared your throat.

— Is there a problem?

He lifted his head toward you, a shy smile appearing on his lips. In the dim light from a nearby streetlamp, you could swear he was blushing.

— Oh, well, no — the man stammered — Is it yours?

— Yes, it is.

Running a hand through his hair, he seemed a bit flustered, which was funny considering how imposing his presence appeared.

— A 1955 300 SL, right?

— That's right — you said, still feeling a bit tense in your shoulders — Have you seen one before?

— I had one — the man replied — Silver, with an all-red leather interior, a true work of art.

You nodded, agreeing with him. That was definitely your favorite car out of all the ones you'd ever owned, not just for the design, but for its personal meaning.

— I like it too. It was a gift…

— Oh, so it has sentimental value as well — he smiled, causing you to smile back. In your chest, you felt something different, but not uncomfortable. A kind of strange calm.

— Yes, my dad gave it to me when I moved here.

— So, you live around here? Not long, right? I’d remember seeing you, especially with a car like that…

— Yeah, not long. Just last month, actually.

— Ah, that explains it. By the way, what’s your name?

— Y/N — you replied, walking toward the driver's door and opening it — Well, I have to go…

— You can call me Toto — the man said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans — See you around, Y/N.

Your second encounter with the man — Toto, as he’d introduced himself — was at a café on Plage du Larvotto, just over a week later. You had parked out front and were watching the movement on the boardwalk in front of the beach when a familiar voice called your name. Turning, you found him standing there, wearing the same white shirt and the same smile on his lips.

— Good morning, Y/N — Toto said, approaching you — What a coincidence seeing you here…

You shifted slightly in your chair, a small smile on your face.

— Well, it’s one of the most popular cafés in Monaco, isn’t it?

— True, but I thought you preferred quieter places. At least, that was the impression I got from the restaurant you were at that day — he replied, in a good-humored tone — But maybe I got it wrong…

— No, actually, you're right. But the coffee here is good enough to deal with all this movement.

Toto laughed, resting his hands on the back of the chair in front of you.

— It is, I really like this place. I used to come here a lot with my friend Flavio.

You raised an eyebrow.

— You don’t come here anymore?

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before smiling again.

— Not as often. But maybe I'll start coming again — Toto replied — I have a good reason now.

His words made your cheeks warm. You weren’t the shy type, but something about having a man like him focus on you made you feel different.

Special, that was the word.

The casual encounters around town soon turned into an invitation to dinner at a small restaurant in Port de Fontvieille. Of course, the night had its hiccups, like the maître d’ claiming there was no reservation in Toto Wolff’s name, which meant you had to wait almost an hour for a table.

However, nothing made you feel less excited about getting to know the man in front of you. Between sips of wine — which Toto politely declined — and bites of Parma ham bruschettas, he told you more about his life, his passion for cars, and how he almost became a race car driver.

— Clearly, I didn’t have the talent for it, so…

— So, you just stayed a spectator? — you suggested.

— Exactly — he answered, giving you a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

After dinner, you drove him back to Monte Carlo in your car — something that might seem unconventional, but perfectly appropriate considering you had met because of it — feeling a certain anxiety. You had never gone out with anyone since arriving in Monaco, making the whole situation feel brand new to you.

And the exact opposite for Toto.

— Well, here we are — you said, parking in front of Plage du Larvotto, where you’d met him earlier that evening.

— Yeah, we are — he replied, resting a hand dangerously close to your leg, exposed by the edge of your dress. That simple proximity sent a shiver through your skin, anticipation crackling at the back of your neck.

— You sure you don’t want me to drop you at your house?

— No, no need, I don’t want to take you out of your way…

— I don’t mind — you quickly replied — Besides, it means I can spend more time with you, right?

The corner of Toto’s mouth curled into an almost mischievous smile, his fingertips brushing against your thigh.

— How about spending the rest of the night with me, then?

That was the first time you had taken someone to your place after a date. It was also the first time you had slept with someone after a first date. And, even though every code of conduct and feminine etiquette said you shouldn’t, you couldn’t resist the desire to feel his touch against your skin.

The next morning, you woke up in Toto’s arms, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. His calm breathing and the relaxed expression on his face made you certain there was no better place in the world to be than right there, in that bed, beside him.

— Good morning — he murmured, his voice husky with sleep — Did you sleep well?

— Good morning, yes, I did. And you?

— It was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years — Toto chuckled, pulling you closer — I think I’ll start sleeping here with you every night.

— I wouldn’t mind — you replied, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

And so it happened. That same week, Toto began sleeping at your place almost every night. Though, of course, his presence wasn’t exactly well received by your neighbors, who seemed to find it strange that a man suddenly appeared by your side. Maybe it was the fact that he was older or made little jokes in your ear that made you laugh loudly, which provoked suspicious whispers and disapproving glances.

— Let them look — Toto would say, kissing your forehead after you spent long minutes venting about how one of the neighbors suggested you see a psychiatrist to “deal with the man you were seeing” — Let them think what they want. What matters is what you think, right?

— Yes — you replied, nodding.

— And what do you think?

— That you’re the man of my life.

A smile of approval appeared on Toto’s lips. However, in the back of your mind, the voice of your neighbor still echoed in your ears. The concern in her eyes was burned into your memory, as if she knew something you didn’t about the man lying next to you.

Staring at the way Toto’s chest gently rose and fell, you felt like you were standing in front of an incomplete puzzle, with pieces that had gone missing. He was a good man, polite, sincere, no doubt about it. But the gaps in the story he had told you were too glaring to ignore.

Where did he live? What did he do for work? Where was his family from? Why didn’t he like having meals with you? How many white monogrammed shirts did he have? Why didn’t he have a phone?

Theories raced through your mind at an absurd speed. Maybe he was hiding from someone or from some organization. Maybe he had done something terrible and needed to keep a low profile. Had he killed someone? No, Toto wasn’t that type of person; he had always been so kind to you…

It was those questions that led you to type his full name into your work computer, your fingers trembling against the keyboard. The page took a few seconds to load images of Toto at luxurious events, accompanied by the last words you expected to read.

“Search for missing businessman called off.”

You clicked on the headline, hesitant. "This is impossible," you thought to yourself, your stomach churning.

In the article, the journalist wrote that, after a month of searching the Mediterranean Sea, the Monaco police had called off the operation, citing the strong coastal currents and the low likelihood of recovering the body.

The following paragraph was dedicated to Toto, referred to only as Christian Wolff, and his life. According to the article, he was a successful Austrian businessman whose investments in technology companies had made him a billionaire. Charismatic, he was a prominent figure in Monegasque society, along with his wife, Susie, and their son, Jack.

The discovery that the man you had been sleeping with for months was married with a young child made you want to vomit. Closing the page, you stood up from your desk and, with your bag over your shoulder, furiously drove back to your apartment, tears streaming down your face.

You wouldn’t be “the other woman.” You refused to be her.

When you opened the door, you found him sitting on the couch, reading a book. Upon seeing you, a wide smile appeared on his face.

— Ah, meine kleine! — Toto said, putting the book down on the cushion — You got back early…

— I left earlier — you managed to say, your voice trembling. You wanted to confront him, but the words wouldn’t come. All you could feel was the sensation of having been deceived all that time, of being just a toy. That realization made more tears run down your face, causing his smile to fade.

— Are you crying? Y/N, what happened?

— You lied to me.

His posture stiffened.

— Lied?

— Of course! — you shouted — You’re married!

— Y/N…

— Worse, you faked your own disappearance so no one would find you — you continued yelling, your sobs becoming deeper — You did it to restart your life with a new identity! You abandoned your family, you piece of shit!

Toto pressed his lips into a thin line.

— You don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N.

— Don’t I? — you asked, in an ironic tone — How do I not know? I read it, Toto, I saw your pictures with her, with your son! You have a son, a wife, and you’re fucking another woman…

— I had! — he shouted, making you stop, your cheeks completely wet. Your breathing was shaky, as were your hands — I had, Y/N.

— What do you mean? — you stammered, sniffing — What are you talking about?

Toto stared at you for long seconds, as if trying to find the best way to explain it all. In your mind, you believed it was just a lousy excuse, a way for him to buy time to get away with it. "Typical scoundrel behavior", you thought to yourself, clenching your fists.

— Y/N, I had a family — he began, slowly approaching you — I had a wife, Susie, and a son with her, Jack. They were the people I loved most in the world, Y/N. I don’t think I ever loved anyone more than those two.

Your bottom lip trembled, your eyes filling with tears again. How could he say he loved them and betray them like that? How could he be so cynical?

— But they — Toto hesitated, placing his hands on his face. The words wouldn’t leave his mouth, as if they were too difficult to say. After a few seconds, he exhaled deeply — I can’t, Y/N.

— Can’t? What are you talking about?

— I need to show you, Y/N — he replied, his eyes full of sadness — You need to come with me.

An incredulous laugh escaped your lips.

— I’m not going anywhere with you, Toto. You lied to me, deceived me — you replied, anger seeping into your words, along with the tears.

— Please, you’ll understand, let me show you — Toto begged, desperation evident in his tone and the way his hands held your face — You need to hear me, Y/N. Please, meine kleine.

You couldn’t process anything after he called you by the affectionate nickname he had given you. Maybe it was his tone, or simply the desire to end all of this, that made you give a small nod, agreeing to let Toto take you to the place where everything would finally be revealed.

The drive was a blur. The curves of the French Riviera were blurred by your tears, but you held back the urge to sob. Until the car pulled over, the engine silencing, leaving only your breathing in the air. Wiping your eyes, you realized where you were; it was a spot where tourists usually stopped to take poetic pictures of the Mediterranean and the setting sun.

But at that moment, there was no poetry to be found.

Standing before the horizon, you heard Toto’s footsteps on the gravel. When he placed a hand on your arm, your skin tingled.

— Y/N — he murmured, his tone tense.

— Did you bring me here to try and convince me to keep being your mistress? To continue ignoring your family? — you retorted, staring into the void ahead. You knew that if you looked at Toto, you would start crying again. However, he didn’t back down, nor did he reproach you for the harsh tone.

— No, Y/N. I brought you here to tell you everything you need to know about me.

— There’s more I need to know besides what I already know?

— Yes — Toto said seriously — And the first is that Susie and Jack are dead.

You blinked, showing no reaction.

— They died five years ago in a car accident. Susie was driving back from the airport with Jack; they had gone to Scotland to visit her family. She lost control of the car and it flipped — he continued — They died instantly, there was no time to save them.

You stared at him for a long moment, searching for any sign that he might be lying, but all you found was sincerity.

— So, they’re not here?

— No. They’ve been gone for a long time, Y/N.

— Did they die here?

— No — Toto answered seriously — I died here.

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening. Taking a step back, you were sure you had misheard. He couldn’t have said he died; it couldn’t be true. How could he be dead if he was standing right in front of you, breathing and full of pain in his eyes?

— What...

— I couldn’t bear living without them. I couldn’t handle the emptiness they left behind, Y/N. I wanted to see them again, so I took that car — he said, pointing to your car — And I came here.

— You jumped?

Toto nodded, stepping closer to you. The coastal wind tousled his hair, while the sun made his brown eyes gleam. How could he be dead when he was standing there, so alive and real in front of you?

— But you survived — you stammered.

— No. My body is trapped in a tangle of seaweed inside a cave down there. No one ever found me, despite the searches.

Your mind couldn’t process it; it felt completely surreal.

— But you’re here, standing right in front of me…

— Because I’m trapped, Y/N. Since no one found me, I’m stuck in this world, unable to move on, unable to reunite with my family.

— Toto — you murmured, tears streaming down your cheeks.

— You were the first person to see me since that day, Y/N — he said, caressing your face — I didn’t realize how much I needed to be seen until that day. You made me feel joy, hope…

— But you’re not here, Toto. You’re not, you’re not — you kept repeating, through sobs — I’m crazy, those people were right, I’m crazy.

— You’re not crazy, Y/N.

You stepped back, sniffling.

— How am I not, Toto? You don’t exist, you’re not here, I shouldn’t be able to see you!

— But you do, you hear me, you make me feel alive again — he said — You’re my salvation.

— I can’t…

Once again, he approached you, placing his hands on your face. They were strangely warm and comforting, despite belonging to a dead man. That word sent a shiver down your spine. Dead, he was a dead man. He had never been there, despite you seeing him.

— You can, meine kleine, I know you can. Trust me.

Feeling your heart pounding heavily in your chest, you simply nodded. You could, you were the one who could save him. You were the one who would save him.

Only you.

SEARCH FOR YOUNG WOMAN SOLVES ANOTHER COLD CASE

Monaco police announced today that the body found during the search for Y/N Y/L/N is that of Christian Wolff, an Austrian businessman and billionaire who lived in the principality. Wolff, who had been missing for about four years, was located in a rocky formation near Cap-d'Ail. Authorities stated that the discovery was an unexpected development in the search for Y/L/N, who remains missing.

The billionaire, known for his ventures in the financial sector, had mysteriously disappeared, sparking speculation about his whereabouts. The police have reopened the case and are now investigating the circumstances of his death; at the time, criminal involvement was ruled out as his car, a 1955 300 SL, was found near the location where he was last seen.

Authorities also confirmed that the search for Y/N Y/L/N continues, with the hope of finding her alive.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Late-Night Walk: • “You’re stumbling. We should head back.” • “I don’t mind. Being with you is worth it.”

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This was the cutest thing to write, hope you like it bestie!!

“You’re stumbling. We should head back.” and “I don’t mind. Being with you is worth it.”

The cool Mediterranean breeze whipped Y/N's hair as the moon cast a silvery sheen across the calm waters. Monaco, usually a hive of activity, was cloaked in its usual midweek almost-midnight stillness.

Y/N and Lewis strolled hand-in-hand along the Larvotto promenade, just by his apartment, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of salt.

"Did you get a chance to see that new art exhibit at the Grimaldi Forum?" Lewis asked, his voice a low murmur against the gentle lapping of the waves.

Y/N shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Nope. Someone dragged me to that three-course gourmet lunch that took forever? My stomach was a happy camper, but my art gallery visit was a casualty."

Lewis chuckled. "That risotto was life-changing! Can’t promise shorter meals next time though, I quite enjoyed having you only to myself for almost three hours."

"I’m all yours for the next week, Lew." Y/N mused, her eyes flitting from him to across the water where a lone sailboat glided silently under the pale moonlight.

"No amount of time is ever enough. But I’ll take these next few days as a peace offering from your boss" Lewis chuckled, squeezing her hand.

They continued their walk, their conversation weaving between shared memories of their past getaways and lighthearted plans for the next few days Y/N would be in Monaco. Lewis, free for the week, was relishing this stolen time with her, one of few they managed to schedule down time, together.

Stopping at a lookout she leaned into his embrace, his arms holding her close to his chest. Y/N yawned as the sea lulled her, a long, extended yawn that brought a smile to Lewis's face. "Tired, love?" he asked, his voice laced with warmth.

"A bit" she admitted, blinking her sleep-heavy eyes. "But I don't mind. Being with you is worth it."

His cheshire smile gave away his love. The love of how her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, and how her voice softened when she was truly at ease.

They started walking in a comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves and their contented breaths. His hand never once leaving hers.

As they turned a bend Y/N stretched dramatically, almost stealing a chuckle from Lewis as her eyes momentarily fluttered shut. But in that split second, her foot caught on a loose cobblestone, and she stumbled.

Thanks for Lewis's reflexes, he reacted, catching her arm before she could fall, his eyes opening up in worry.

"Whoa there" he said, his voice a low rumble as he steadied her. "See? You're stumbling. We should head back."

Y/N chuckled, leaning into him, a hint of drowsiness to her speech. "Thanks for the save, hero."

He wrapped his arm around her waist, making sure he had both of his hands on her, their bodies radiating warmth against the cool night air. "Always" he replied, leaning down and brushing a quick kiss against her forehead.

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[formulauno98]

A Birthday to Remember - Part One - Toto Wolff x Reader

Originally written as an OC, inspired by an amazing request from @latte-luxe, I have rewritten this to a Reader POV, no descriptions and no use of your name. The only brief description is of a butt (you can probably guess why).

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

THE MORNING

It was Saturday morning and stepping out onto your balcony at the Fairmont Monte Carlo, you swept your eyes over the spectacular view. It was a pinch yourself to check if you’re dreaming kind of view of sparkling blue waters, peppered every so often with a gleaming white yacht.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” murmured a husky, heavily accented voice from behind you. Before you even had the chance to turn around, a pair of muscular arms swooped around from behind, coming to rest on your hips, large hands gently squeezing your curves.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, turning around and leaning up to kiss your tall towel-clad Austrian companion, resting your hand on his bare chest as he pressed himself tightly against you. It was yet another pinch me I’m dreaming moment. If someone had told you this time yesterday that this was how you would be spending your Saturday morning you would have laughed and called them crazy, but sometimes life could be crazy.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was a sunny evening and you were standing out on the balcony with a glass of wine in your hand, gazing across the Mediterranean whilst waiting for your three best friends to get ready. As a lifelong Formula One lover, a weekend trip to Monaco had been on the cards for a while so when your friends asked where you wanted to go to celebrate your special birthday it was at the top of the list. Turning the dream into reality was another thing altogether and you still couldn’t believe that the trip had materialised. A trip had finally made it out of the group chat.

Dinner was due to be lowkey as Saturday was going to be the big night out, with dinner plans at Elsa, a Michelin-star establishment, followed by a night on the tiles at Jimmyz, a club frequented by the world of Formula One. Although you couldn’t afford to come for a race weekend, this was truly a bucket list trip and you hoped to catch a glimpse of some nice cars, the iconic track and if you were lucky maybe even a driver or two… A wild Charles Leclerc sighting in Monaco was like spotting Mickey Mouse in Disneyland.

Friday night’s restaurant of choice was Song Qi, an upscale Chinese restaurant in Larvotto that had come highly recommended. You were looking forward to seeing what made Monaco so special and couldn’t wait to hit the town.

“How long is the walk?” A voice called out from your suite.

“About five/ten minutes.” You replied, sighing, as always the mom of the group.

“Medium heels it is then,” your friend Olivia replied.

“We can always get a car,” you suggested.

“No, let’s conserve the taxi budget for tomorrow night,” Olivia said, stepping out onto the balcony to join you, “Laura and Becca are almost ready.”

“Good idea,” you replied, “You look gorgeous by the way.”

Olivia beamed with the compliment, stepping back to twirl in her pink minidress and sparkling sandals, “I try my best, although I can’t compete with you.”

You blushed, not used to the compliments. You’d chosen a simple white dress with gold sandals for the evening’s dinner, perhaps a risky move in a restaurant serving noodles but you felt fabulous. It wasn’t long before Laura and Becca also emerged, both looking as beautiful as ever. The four of you had treated yourselves to two adjoining suites and opened up the connecting door to create a mega-suite.

“Oh la la, give us a twirl,” you said, looking your elegant friend up and down as she dutifully spun around.

“Beautiful!” Now it was Laura and Becca’s turn to blush. “Ditto! Shall we get going?”

“Sounds like a plan.” you agreed, the four of you making your way off of the balcony.

——

Song Qi turned out to be an excellent choice, with the table weighed down with baskets of dim sum and bowls of noodles, crispy beef and endless wontons. The restaurant was decadent but comfortable and as you sank back into your sumptuous green velvet chair you spotted a strangely familiar face at the table across from you. He was dark-haired, handsome with chiselled features and although he was sat down, tall, as he towered above the two men he was dining with.

It took you a moment to realise that it was none other than Toto Wolff, the affable Mercedes Formula One team principal. Although you thought it was only for a moment, you must have stared for a while as he briefly met your eyes and shot you a charming smile. Smiling back like a fool, your friends whipped their heads around to see who you were smiling at, fortunately, Toto not noticing as he had returned to his plate.

“Damn girl, he’s kinda hot, in that old businessman kind of way,” said Olivia, turning back around to face you.

“Well yes…” you stuttered, “He’s also one of the team principals in Formula One.”

“Huh?” Asked your three friends blankly, not followers of the sport.

“Kind of like the equivalent of a football manager,” you explained, “Except he owns some of the team as well.”

“Fancy, well he’s pretty. You should go and talk to him.” Said Laura, all formula one facts going straight over her head.

“Oh my god, no,” you said, “I’m sure he was just being polite.”

As if on cue, Toto looked up and locked eyes with you once again, his deep brown eyes crinkling. You gulped, returning his gaze with a smile once again.

Dinner continued, with the girls chatting away as every so often you met Toto’s eyes across the crowded restaurant. He looked to be in some kind of business meeting as the two men with him were dressed smartly and looked serious while conversing with them.

It wasn’t long before dinner had been cleared and a smiling waiter emerged with a chocolate cake laden down with a sparkler and numerous candles, Olivia, Becca and Laura looking at each other mischievously before breaking into a rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. You felt your cheeks reddening as you realised the entire restaurant, including Toto and his business associates had joined in the song. As you blew out the candles, you once again locked eyes with Toto who was grinning away while applauding.

“You guys are the worst,” you said, half joking as you shook your head at your friends. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Aw, well we had to do something,” said Laura, “It’s not every day you have a big birthday like this and although I still don’t understand why you love your car racing so much, I’m happy that we came here.”

You smiled at your friends, appreciative of them enabling your desire to walk around the Formula One track and visit the car museum despite the fact they really weren’t interested. Just as you were musing how ironic it was that you’d even seen Toto Wolff, their waiter reappeared with a tray of drinks.

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered those,” said Olivia politely.

“Yes Madame, in fact, the gentlemen over there sent them alongside their birthday wishes.” The waiter replied.

You were floored, Toto Wolff had sent you birthday wishes. An interesting turn of events.

“Well, then that’s very nice of them,” said Olivia, as the waiter set them down, nudging you before adding, “You should go and say thank you!”

“Oh my God, yes, go!” Said Becca, egging Olivia on.

Sighing, but also buoyed by your friends’ enthusiasm, you relented, “I’m going to go but only to say thank you.”

Your three friends squealing with excitement, you took an extra sip of your drink for courage before standing up and sauntering over to where Toto and his associates sat. His interest piqued immediately as he noticed you making your way across the restaurant.

“Good evening, sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say thank you for the drinks, it was very kind of you,” you said, a little too quickly due to nerves.

“Well, it’s not every day you celebrate a milestone like that.” Replied Toto kindly, standing up to hold out his hand to shake yours, “I’m Toto by the way, and this is Jean and Sebastian,” he gestured at the older gentlemen he was dining with.

Struck by the almost comical height difference you introduced yourself and looked up at the tall Austrian in front of you as he gripped your hand very tightly, “Nice to meet you all.”

The other gentlemen smiled politely, wishing you a happy birthday before picking their conversation back up. Toto, however, remained stood up, his eyes raking your curves. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Now you really were blushing, “You’re far too kind.”

“Not at all,” he said, “I hope you do not think this forward but would you like to join me for dinner one evening?”

Once again, your eyes widened, how was this man asking you out? Pulling yourself together, you knew you had to politely decline, you were here with your friends after all, “I would love to but unfortunately I’m only here until Sunday so I’m not sure if I’ll have time.”

Toto looked disappointed but pressed further, “Well then, how about a drink later this evening?”

Trying your best to stay calm, you tried to play it cool, “I’m not sure, it’s a girl's trip and I don’t want to ditch my friends, I really would love to though. Maybe can I get your number and text you once I’ve figured out their plans?”

“Understood,” replied Toto, looking down, gazing into your eyes with an unreadable expression, “It would be my pleasure, give me your phone.”

With that, you handed your phone to the tall Austrian in front of you who deftly punched in his contact. “Thank you, I’ll check in with the girls and let you know. I’ll leave you to your dinner for now but I hope to see you later,” you said with a smile.

Toto turned to glance at his dining companions who were still deep in conversation, and dropped closer down to your ear, keeping his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine, “It’s okay, I don’t think they missed me. I hope to see you later too.”

Looking up at Toto with a smile, you replied “I’m sure they did. See you, Toto.” As you turned back towards your table you glanced back over your shoulder and saw Toto’s eyes were locked on you as he returned to his seat. He was undeniably hot and as much as you always abided by the golden rule, chicks before dicks, this was special circumstances.

Sitting back down with your friends, they immediately leaned in to get the lowdown.

“What did he say? He didn’t take his eyes off of you!” said Laura excitedly.

“He just wished me a happy birthday… and asked me out,” you said blushing.

“No way!” exclaimed your three friends in unison.

“You’re going to go right?” said Olivia, looking at you in concern.

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to ditch you all for a man but equally he’s hot as fuck and it would only be for an hour or so.”

“An hour or so?” said Becca, raising her eyebrows, “I doubt this, but you should go, make it a memorable birthday!”

You looked over once again at where Toto sat, he was a striking man, pushing all of his success to one side. “What the hell, I’ll message him now. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Your friends squealed with excitement in unison.

You grabbed her phone and nervously began typing your message to Toto.

It’s all good for tonight, we’re almost done eating so I’m free whenever you are.

You could see Toto excuse himself and take out his phone, shooting a grin from across the restaurant before looking down to type a response.

Sure enough, your phone buzzed.

Perfect, so are we. Shall I meet you outside in ten minutes?

You replied excitedly, still not believing you were texting Toto Wolff of all people. 

Sounds like a plan.

——

You were nervous but excited as you saw Toto and his associates pay their bill and head off, Toto shooting you a wink as he jostled his way out of the restaurant.

Settling their own bill, your group were close behind and as you exited the restaurant, sure enough, you saw Toto standing outside waiting, leaning casually up against a column.

Bidding your friends goodbye, you made your way towards your date for the evening. “Hi,” you said somewhat awkwardly, knowing that your friends were likely watching from where they were ordering a taxi to return them to the hotel.

“Hi,” he said, glancing down fondly, “How was your dinner?”

“So good!” you said, “How was yours?”

“It was okay, my dining companions weren’t as lovely as you but I think my evening is improving,” he said with a rakish grin.

You smiled, “You’re a charmer, Toto. Where were you thinking of heading?”

“I know a place a few streets behind, it’s not so fancy but they have an excellent selection of wine if you like it?”

Knowing that you were already a little tipsy, you were grateful that he’d suggested wine, “Sounds good to me, lead the way, Mr Wolff!”

Toto whipped his head around, “I never told you my surname.”

Feeling you’d made a huge error of judgement, you stuttered, Toto’s dark eyes intimidating you before you decided the best course of action was to fess up, “Well it took me a moment but I recognised you. Guilty as charged.”

Musing quietly, Toto’s expression softened, “So you know a little about me, tell me about yourself.”

As you made your way around the twisting streets towards the bar, you filled Toto in on your background, your blossoming career and your plans for the big birthday weekend. He was an engaged listener, asking you questions and interjecting with his own anecdotes. Certainly surprising for a man of his stature.

Soon enough you arrived at your destination, Toto taking the lead and speaking with the Maitre D’ who promptly led you to a secluded table towards the back of the bar.

Settling down on the chair opposite Toto, you were suddenly much more nervous. 

“You look nervous,” Toto said, his eyes softening.

“Well, this is not how I thought my evening was going to pan out. The ruse is up in that I recognised you so I may as well tell you that we came to Monaco because I love Formula One.” you blushed furiously as your words tangled into one.

“Relax, so you know about Formula One?” he said, reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well, probably not as much as you.” you laughed, breaking the tension and gazing into his eyes.

“You’d be surprised,” said Toto shrugging with a smirk. “I just got lucky.”

——

As the evening went on, you discussed everything under the sun, the wine helping you feel less awkward and forget who you were talking to. Toto was funnier than you expected and you spent half the evening giggling at his stupid remarks. He’d regaled you with stories of his travel adventures, driving mishaps and various other anecdotes, whilst you’d filled him in with tales of your own travels and some embarrassing childhood moments. You’d even bonded over your love of all things with an engine. Time had flown by and you didn’t want the evening to end.

“Ahem.” Your conversation was suddenly interrupted by a waiter, “Monsieur, Madame, I am sorry to say that we are closing in ten minutes. Can I take one last order?”

Knowing that you were well beyond tipsy, you shook your head, looking at Toto to check if he was in agreement. Looking somewhat bleary-eyed himself he shook his head as well, “Just the bill please.”

Soon enough the cheque had been settled and you found yourself once again wandering the moonlit streets of Monaco with Toto, this time your hand firmly encased in his.

“Where do you need to go?” Toto asked kindly, “I can drop you back.”

“I’m staying at the Fairmont,” you replied.

“It’s not so far, are you happy to walk?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

“Sure, it’s just up there,” you replied gesturing at the bend in the road where the hotel was perched, “As long as you can get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Toto, a dark look in his eye. “Remind me, when do you leave again?”

“Sunday afternoon,” you said sadly, wishing you were staying for longer.

“Well, you’ll have to come back next year for the Grand Prix,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Maybe if I rob a bank!” you said with a chuckle, “One day.”

“I don’t like to boast, but I might know someone who can get you in without having to resort to organised crime,” he said, laughing with a deep rumble.

“Oh really?” you said, turning to face Toto in the inky moonlight, “Is he nice?”

“Very,” said Toto, dropping your hand and placing his hands on either side of your waist, swaying slightly in his merry state.

Laughing, you stretched up to look Toto in the eye, “I’ll have to meet this guy, he sounds great.”

At that your lips met, Toto bending down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, the height difference making it slightly a challenge but one that neither of you seemed bothered by. As the kiss deepened, Toto began to run his hands down towards your perfectly rounded ass, squeezing gently as he found your curves.

Breaking apart for air, you glanced around, luckily there was no one in the empty street but you didn’t want to risk being caught making out in the street with a famous face and it being splashed across the tacky tabloids.

“Do you fancy a nightcap at mine?” you asked, looking up at Toto through your fluffy long lashes. As a rule, you never normally brought men back on a girls' trip but you decided tonight was a special circumstance. 

Toto’s eyes lit up, “Well, I have heard the view is nice.”

You laughed, grabbing Toto’s hand once again and leading him towards the corner entrance to your hotel. As you crossed the lobby you had a sudden panic that Olivia was in your room, and as you made it into the elevator, sent a frantic text knowing your friends would still be awake, waiting for the post-date debrief.

Red alert, I’m bringing him back, please can you vacate?

Sure enough, the replies came back instantaneously.

Oh la la of course birthday girl! 

Get it girl! 

Knew it!!!!!

Smiling as Toto rested his hand on the small of your back in the elevator, you looked up at him before he once again swooped down to catch your lips with his.

The elevator dinged before things could get too heated but it didn’t stop Toto wrapping his arm tightly around your waist as the pair of you stumbled towards your room.

“Here we are,” you said, scrambling to find your keycard in your bag before popping open the door to unveil your impressive suite. Thankfully your friends must have tidied as the detritus from getting ready for the evening was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice,” said Toto before bending down once again to continue kissing you, turning you around to face him as you closed the door. Pressing you against the wall with his leg, he continued to deepen the kiss, his hands starting to explore more of your body.

“As soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you,” he said, his lips resting against your ear, his deep Austrian accent rumbling.

You gulped, you never would have thought it but his voice roused something deep within. Your lips stretching up and finding the crevice of his neck, you replied in a low voice, “Then have me.”

Toto needed no invitation, scooping you up into his arms, he carried you over to the bed, throwing you down before leaning over and continuing to kiss you, his strong arms either side, pinning you down.

Emboldened by his eagerness, you wrapped your legs around his thick torso, pushing yourself against him, not surprised to find a growing bulge. As he ground his hips into yours, he started to explore your curves with his large hands, ghosting your breasts and waist and reaching around to caress your ass once again.

Reaching up, you started to unbutton Toto’s shirt, exposing a surprisingly muscular frame. Impatient, he leaned up and divested himself of the shirt as well as the rest of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but boxers. You couldn’t help but smile at the view that greeted you as he once again lunged down to kiss you, this time, his hands making quick work of pulling your dress off, leaving you exposed in nothing but lingerie and heels.

“You are ridiculous,” he said, his eyes hungry with desire, gazing into your eyes and gently kissing your neck.

“I could say the same about you,” you replied breathily, your back arching in pleasure as Toto kissed his way along your neck and across your collarbone.

Melting into each other’s arms, you began to grind back against his now prominent hardness, feeling yourself getting more turned on by the second.

“Toto?” you asked, gasping for air, “Will you fuck me?”

Toto’s eyes lit up, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at each other, Toto reached down to unhook your bra, releasing your pert breasts, “Fuck,” he said, lifting his head to marvel at them, “Even better than I imagined.”

You blushed at his words, not used to such attention. Growing impatient you ghosted your hands down Toto’s abs, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?” he said, leaning back suddenly and hooking his arms underneath your legs, gripping your thighs and bringing you closer. “I want to taste you first.”

Gulping you leant back, allowing Toto to bring his mouth to where you needed it most. As his tongue lapped gently, he brought his hand along and began to stroke your clit, slowly but sensually.

It wasn’t long before you were writhing in pleasure, tugging Toto’s dark locks as he pumped a finger in and out, continuing to expertly lick.

“Toto, I want you in me,” you said, seeing stars as you were so close.

Pausing his ministrations, Toto was more than happy to oblige, kissing his way back up your torso as he replied, “I want to do everything with you.”

At that, you melted, the evening had turned into one that was beyond your wildest dreams. As Toto swiftly undressed you both, you gazed into his intense chocolate eyes as he slipped on a condom and began to line himself up, unsurprisingly intimidatingly big.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pushed in, slowly but surely. Gasping, you shifted to adjust to his size. True to his word, he took it easy and entered tantalisingly slowly, an inch at a time.

“Fuck, Toto.” you said breathily, “You’re so big.”

Smiling, he pulled back out before pushing in once more, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Not at all, it feels good,” you said, feeling pleasantly stretched in places you’d never felt before.

“Good,” he said with a grin as he began to thrust in and out lazily, continuing to kiss you.

It wasn’t long before you were a tangled mess of arms and legs, both nearing completion. “Fuck, Toto, I am so close,” you said, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Close isn’t good enough,” said Toto, smirking as he reached down and found your clit once again, his thumb circling gently as he continued to push in and out, speeding up.

“That feels so go…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Toto hit the sweet spot with expert precision. 

“Fu…” was all Toto managed as he thrust in and out a few more times, chasing his own high before collapsing on top of you, his body heavy.

“Ooff,” you said, crushed by the weight of the muscular man on top of you.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, flashing a shy grin as he rolled off to lie beside you.

“Well… that was not how I expected my birthday to turn out,” you said, feeling like you were in a dream.

Toto laughed, stretching a strong arm across your stomach to pull you in for a cuddle. “There’s still a few hours of your birthday left.”

Your eyes widened once more. This was certainly a birthday to remember.

[milo-miriam]

larvotto beach

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

M O N A C O 🇲🇨

1. Monaco est le deuxième plus petit pays du monde, après la Cité du Vatican, et est connu pour son style de vie glamour, ses casinos de luxe et sa côte méditerranéenne pittoresque.

2. Le Casino de Monte Carlo, situé dans le quartier de Monte Carlo à Monaco, est l'un des établissements de jeux les plus emblématiques et prestigieux au monde, attirant de grands rouleaux, célébrités et royauté.

3. La famille Grimaldi de Monaco a dirigé la Principauté depuis plus de 700 ans, le Prince Albert II règne actuellement à la tête de l'État.

4. Le Grand Prix de Monaco, organisé chaque année sur le circuit de Monaco, est l'une des plus anciennes et prestigieuses courses de Formule 1 au monde, avec des rues étroites, des coins étroits et des vues à couper le souffle sur la mer Méditerranée.

5. Malgré sa petite taille, Monaco est l'un des pays les plus riches du monde, avec une économie forte motivée par le tourisme, la finance, l'immobilier et les biens de luxe.

6. La Principauté n'a pas d'impôt sur le revenu pour les résidents, ce qui en fait une destination populaire pour les particuliers et les célébrités qui cherchent des avantages fiscaux et un style de vie luxueux.

7. La vieille ville de Monaco, connue sous le nom de Monaco-Ville ou Le Rocher, est un charmant quartier médiéval perché sur un promontoire rocheux surplombant la Méditerranée, avec des bâtiments historiques, des rues étroites et des vues panoramiques.

8. Le Palais Prince de Monaco, situé à Monaco-Ville, est la résidence officielle de la famille Grimaldi au pouvoir et est ouvert au public pour des visites guidées de ses chambres, cours et jardins opulentes.

9. Le musée océanographique et l'aquarium de Monaco, fondé par le Prince Albert Ier en 1910, est un établissement de recherche marine de renommée mondiale et une attraction de visiteurs, présentant diverses expositions sur la vie marine et l'éducation.

10. Le Monaco Yacht Show, qui se tient chaque année à Port Hercules, est l'un des plus grands et prestigieux salons de yacht au monde, avec des superyachts luxueux, des voiliers et des technologies marines.

11. Le Grand Prix Historique de Monaco, une manifestation biennale organisée sur le même circuit que la course de Formule 1, met en valeur des voitures de course anciennes et attire des passionnés et des collectionneurs du monde entier.

12. Le Rallye Monte Carlo, l'un des plus anciens et les plus célèbres rassemblements au monde, a lieu chaque année à Monaco et sur la Côte d'Azur environnante, avec un terrain difficile et un paysage à couper le souffle.

13. Le Casino de Monte-Carlo, conçu par l'architecte renommé Charles Garnier, est un chef-d'œuvre de l'architecture Belle Époque et dispose d'intérieurs somptueux, de décorations ornées et de salles de jeux emblématiques.

14. La plage de Larvotto à Monaco, située dans le quartier de Larvotto, offre des rivages sableux immaculés, des eaux cristallines et des vues imprenables sur la Méditerranée, attirant les demandeurs de soleil, les nageurs et les plages toute l'année.

15. L'équipe nationale de football de Monaco, bien qu'elle ne soit pas membre de la FIFA ou de l'UEFA, dispute à l'échelle internationale des matchs amicaux et des tournois, représentant la Principauté

16. Le Gala annuel de la Croix-Rouge de Monaco, qui se tient au Monte Carlo Sporting Club, est l'un des événements caritatifs les plus prestigieux au monde, auquel participent la royauté, les célébrités et les philanthropes pour collecter des fonds pour des causes humanitaires.

17. Le Grand Prix Historique de Monaco, une manifestation biennale organisée sur le même circuit que la course de Formule 1, met en valeur des voitures de course anciennes et attire des passionnés et des collectionneurs du monde entier.

18. Le Marathon de Monaco, qui se tient chaque année le long de la côte panoramique et des terrains montagneux difficiles, est un événement sportif populaire attirant des coureurs de tous niveaux du monde.

19. La population multiculturelle monégasque comprend des monégasques, des Français, des Italiens et des résidents de plus de 100 nationalités différentes, créant ainsi une communauté diversifiée et cosmopolite.

20. L'Orchestre philharmonique de Monte Carlo, fondé en 1863, est l'un des plus grands orchestres européens et donne régulièrement des concerts et des récitals au prestigieux Opéra de Monte Carlo et dans d'autres lieux.

21. Malgré sa réputation de terrain de jeu pour les riches et les célèbres, Monaco s'engage également à promouvoir la durabilité de l'environnement, avec des initiatives visant à réduire les émissions de carbone, à promouvoir les énergies renouvelables et à préserver les habitats naturels et la biodiversité.

[royal-hair]

Princess Charlene of Monaco at her Foundation's Water Safety Day at Larvotto Beach in Monaco - 22.06.23

[megtdsullivan]

Stop 7: Monaco

Monaco was a quick stop in between France and Italy! It is it’s own principality and while it is attached to France, does not belong to France. We just had a quick 2 night stay to see some of the sights before heading to Italy!

Where we visited:

The Princes’ Palace of Monaco

The Princes’ car collection

The Oceanographic Museum

The tourist section of the Monte-Carlo Casino

The Champions Promenade

Larvotto Beach

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[haywire4]

staring at maps and decided to improve the monaco gp circuit by finding places where you could theoretically pass a car

hit the first left after turn one and bypass the casino entirely, then hang a right and hit a narrow, but long DRS zone along boulevard de moulins/italie, then go through some mid/high speed corners that will look good on camera

then finagle around the weird elevated roundabout on the french side of the border, and follow the twisty road down to to boulevard de larvotto, and hit another long, *very* narrow drs zone before bearing right onto a street that takes you up to the shopping mall

after that, take two lefts and rejoin the normal circuit (maybe go the wrong way around the roundabout before the main tunnel so you get more of a run up at it)

there are some problems:

a lot of arguments for preserving the monaco gp circuit as it is boil down to tradition, and making the track longer than spa isn't very traditional

a bunch of roundabouts and medians with trees in them would have to be flattened and replaced with movable planter boxes. many useful pedestrian blisters would also have to be eliminated and replaced with removable solutions

boulevard de larvotto would have to have its sidewalks converted into additional tarmac for the road, with removable curbs to delineate pedestrian areas on non-race days, otherwise it's straight up macau width through there

even with the widening of boulevard de larvotto, you might end up having to implement special overtaking rules where you straight up just stay in the right lane unless you're hitting the DRS, it is very narrow

also, the stretch of boulevard de larvotto/avenue de grand bretagne would effectively be a straightaway as long as the main straight at fuji but only 2-3 car lengths wide, which would be frowned on by anyone who cares about safety

the biggest obstacle would be the bit where the course briefly crosses the french border, which would be a bureaucratic nightmare thanks to this tiny city-state's existence

outside of these minor details i think it would be fun

[travelwithdebsi]

Day 10 - Nice -> Monaco Monte-Carlo -> Èze -> Genoa (12.01.2023)

Today was a very full day. I had planned a lot.

In the morning I started with a trip to Monte-Carlo in Monaco. They say it is the city of billionaires. When you arrive by train, you notice already by the station that everything is very clean. When you get off, you can see the harbour with all its big yachts. But you can also see the city which is built on a slope. After that, of course, I wanted to see the famous Casino Monte-Carlo. But I only visited it from the outside. There is also a very nice beach (Plage du Larvotto) where I had a (very expensive) cappuccino in the morning sun - but the view was worth it. On the other hand there is a lot of construction going on in Monte-Carlo and you can see and hear that from all over the city.

Around noon I took the train to Èze sur mer. Everyone told me to take the bus and go to „Èze village“ on the hill, because there you can really see a very old historical village and cute little streets. But I didn’t have enough time so I stayed down by the sea. I mean, you always need a reason to come back, right? Next time I will definitely visit the old village on the hill. Other than that I had a nice stay there as well. I found a very good restaurant and had lunch there before heading back to Nice to take my backpack and head to Italy.

I just arrived in Genoa, Italy and I‘m going to stay here for the next three nights.

[shovson]

romantica. / wolfflison (toto/jallison) / 496 words

Just a memory.

There's a particular ring when James’ texts come in. One that Toto can't ignore. When he gets into bed his phone explodes. One message after another. He reaches over to check what's going on. 

Toto reads the text messages from James as if James spoke to him.  It takes him by surprise, he trembles.

Toto

I found this picture of you on the beach.

Do you remember that day?

Sometimes when I close my eyes, I see us there together in my dreams.

I must admit

I wonder if you feel the same. 

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It shouldn't surprise him. It is an image of him, on some deck looking out to the water, maybe Larvotto Beach if he can recall correctly.  His back is arched in a way that the bright light sculpts his shape, the crisp shadows sharpening the toned parts of his back. He understands why James would enjoy this image.  He's right in the center of the frame and it seems like there's nothing else but Toto, despite people around them that day.

There's a more pressing matter on his mind though. Toto is trying to figure out when James took this. And why did he take it? They're sworn to secrecy, afterall. And taking an image seems risky.  Knowing James, he probably glances at it more than he should and God knows he's bound to get caught by someone who doesn't know. 

But for some reason Toto isn't upset about the surprise photo.  He lays staring at it, slowly exhaling to himself. He studies the image.  A few more breaths that make his chest sink.

Toto has a memory of him and James on that beach.  One where James eyes are as blue as the water they stand in and how his pale skin glistens as they dip their legs in the water.  He tries to imagine himself in the photo again, leaning on a rail as James comes up behind him and tries to describe the beauty of the scene; the way the sun hits the curve of an umbrella or the smell of Toto's sweet cologne. Toto can't help but try and force him to describe a colour, playfully teasing him about it until they mutually laugh with each other. 

They had seen each other at some point.  But, Toto doesn't know if any of this is real, or if he's been fantasizing about James. He wishes to have proof of the memory. Maybe if he had known to slip an image of him as well. He lets the vivid event echo. Even if it’s not real, he knows he wants James that close, by his side in this apartment in Monaco.  He can make it real.  He has to just ask.  

James.

Did you want to book a ticket to my place?

Or should I? 

He finally turns off his phone, laying in his empty bed. If Toto can’t recall the memory, he’ll recreate it. Until it becomes real. 

[toupiatravel]

Best Places to Visit in Monaco for an Unforgettable Experience

Monaco can be small in size, but it’s overflowing with splendor, records, and comfort. From the grandeur of the Prince’s Palace and Monte Carlo Casino to the herbal beauty of the Jardin Exotique and Larvotto Beach, there’s no scarcity of best places to visit in Monaco . Whether you are drawn to its royal history, costly way of life, or stunning landscapes, Monaco promises an unforgettable enjoy for each vacationer.

[formulauno98]

A Birthday to Remember - Toto Wolff x OC

My first attempt at a one-shot, based on this glorious request from @latte-luxe:

If you can, could you please write a short, but spicy🌶️🌶️🌶️ one shot of a young, crazy, yet loveable 5'2 Maestra who is celebrating her 30th birthday in Monaco, and a certain 6'5 F1 team principal laid eyes on her and knew he just had to have her. 😅😅😅🙏🙏🙏

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

THE MORNING

It was Saturday morning and stepping out onto her balcony at the Fairmont Monte Carlo, Fernanda swept her eyes over the spectacular view. It was a pinch yourself to check if you’re dreaming kind of view of sparkling blue waters, peppered every so often with a gleaming white yacht.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” murmured a husky, heavily accented voice from behind her. Before she even had the chance to turn around, a pair of muscular arms swooped around her from behind before coming to rest on her hips, gently squeezing her curves.

“Good morning to you too,” she said, turning around and leaning up to kiss the tall towel-clad Austrian, resting her hand on his bare chest as he pressed himself tightly against her. It was yet another pinch me I’m dreaming moment. If someone had told Fernanda this time yesterday that this was how she would be spending her Saturday morning she would have laughed and called them crazy, but sometimes life could be crazy.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was a sunny evening and Fernanda had stood out on the balcony with a glass of wine in her hand, admiring the view whilst waiting for her three best friends to get ready. As a lifelong Formula One lover, a weekend trip to Monaco had been on the cards for a while so when her friends asked where she wanted to go to celebrate her thirtieth birthday it was at the top of the list. Turning the dream into reality was another thing altogether and she still couldn’t believe that the trip had materialised. 

Dinner was due to be lowkey as Saturday was going to be the big night out, with dinner plans at Elsa, a Michelin-star establishment, followed by a night on the tiles at Jimmyz, a club frequented by the world of Formula One. Friday night’s restaurant of choice was Song Qi, an upscale Chinese restaurant in Larvotto that had come highly recommended. 

“Fernanda, how long is the walk?” A voice called out from the suite.

“About five/ten minutes.” She replied, sighing, as always the mom of the group.

“Medium heels it is then,” her friend Olivia replied.

“We can always get a car,” Fernanda suggested.

“No, let’s conserve the taxi budget for tomorrow night,” Olivia said, stepping out onto the balcony to 

accompany her friend, “Laura and Becca are almost ready.”

“Good idea,” Fernanda replied, “You look gorgeous by the way.”

Olivia beamed with the compliment, stepping back to twirl in her pink minidress and sparkling sandals, “I try my best, although I can’t compete with you, my spicy little Salma Hayek twin.”

Fernanda blushed, everyone always compared her to the diminutive Mexican actress and truth be told, it wasn’t the worst comparison in the world. She’d chosen a simple white dress with gold sandals for the evening’s dinner, perhaps a risky move in a restaurant serving noodles but she felt fabulous. Her dark hair was slicked back into an elegant bun and she’d highlighted her tanned skin with golden shimmering oil, a move that always brought the compliments.

It wasn’t long before Laura and Becca also emerged, both looking as beautiful as ever. The four friends had treated themselves to two adjoining suites and opened up the connecting door to create a mega-suite.

“Oh la la, give us a twirl,” said Fernanda, looking her elegant friend up and down as she dutifully spun around.

“Beautiful!” Now it was Laura and Becca’s turn to blush. “Ditto! Shall we get going?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Fernanda agreed, the four of them making their way off of the balcony.

——

Song Qi turned out to be an excellent choice, with the table weighed down with baskets of dim sum and bowls of noodles, crispy beef and endless wontons. The restaurant was decadent but comfortable and as Fernanda sank back into her sumptuous green velvet chair she spotted a strangely familiar face at the table across from them. He was dark-haired, handsome with chiselled features and although he was sat down, tall, as he towered above the two men he was dining with.

It took a moment to realise that it was none other than Toto Wolff, the affable Mercedes Formula One team principal. Although she thought it was only for a moment, Fernanda must have stared for a while as he briefly met her eyes and shot her a charming smile. Smiling back like a fool, her friends whipped their heads around to see who their friend was smiling at, fortunately, Toto not noticing as he had returned to his plate.

“Damn girl, he’s kinda hot, in that old businessman kind of way,” said Olivia, turning back around to face Fernanda.

“Well yes…” Fernanda stuttered, “He’s also one of the team principals in Formula One.”

“Huh?” Asked her three friends blankly, not followers of the sport.

“Kind of like the equivalent of a football manager,” Fernanda explained, “Except he owns some of the team as well.”

“Fancy, well he’s pretty. You should go and talk to him.” Said Laura, all formula one facts going straight over her head.

“Oh my god, no,” Fernanda said, “I’m sure he was just being polite.”

As if on cue, Toto looked up and locked eyes with her once again, his deep brown eyes crinkling. Fernanda gulped, returning his gaze with a smile once again.

Dinner continued, with the girls chatting away as Fernanda every so often met Toto’s eyes across the crowded restaurant. He looked to be in some kind of business meeting as the two men with him were dressed smartly and looked serious while conversing with them.

It wasn’t long before dinner had been cleared and a smiling waiter emerged with a chocolate cake laden down with a sparkler and a golden thirty-number candle, Olivia, Becca and Laura looking at each other mischievously before breaking into a rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. Fernanda felt her cheeks reddening as she realised the entire restaurant, including Toto and his business associates had joined in the song. As she blew out the candle, she once again locked eyes with Toto who was grinning away while applauding.

“You guys are the worst,” Fernanda said, half joking as she shook her head at her friends. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Aw, well we had to do something,” said Laura, “It’s not every day you have a big birthday like this and although I still don’t understand why you love your car racing so much, I’m happy that we came here.”

Fernanda smiled at her friends, she was appreciative of them, enabling her desire to walk around the Formula One track and visit the car museum, despite the fact they really weren’t interested. Just as she was musing how ironic it was that she’d seen Toto Wolff, their waiter reappeared with a tray of drinks.

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered those,” said Olivia politely.

“Yes Madame, in fact, the gentlemen over there sent them alongside their birthday wishes.” The waiter replied.

Fernanda’s eyes widened, Toto Wolff had sent her birthday wishes. An interesting turn of events.

“Well, then that’s very nice of them,” said Olivia, as the waiter set them down, “Fernanda, you should go and say thank you!”

“Oh my God, yes, go!” Said Becca, egging her friend on.

Sighing, but also buoyed by her friends’ enthusiasm, Fernanda spoke, “I’m going to go but only to say thank you.”

Her three friends squealing with excitement, Fernanda took an extra sip of her drink for courage before standing up and sauntering over to where Toto and his associates sat. His interest piqued immediately as he noticed her making her way across the restaurant.

“Good evening, sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say thank you for the drinks, it was very kind of you,” Fernanda said, a little too quickly due to nerves.

“Well, it’s not every day you celebrate a milestone like that.” Replied Toto kindly, standing up to hold out a hand to shake, “I’m Toto by the way, and this is Jean and Sebastian,” he gestured at the older gentlemen he was dining with.

Struck by the almost comical height difference Fernanda looked up at the tall Austrian in front of her as he gripped her hand very tightly, “I’m Fernanda, nice to meet you all.”

The other gentlemen smiled at her politely, wishing her a happy birthday before picking their conversation back up. Toto, however, remained stood up, his eyes raking her curves. “Fernanda?” He asked, “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

Now Fernanda was really blushing, “You’re far too kind.”

“Not at all,” he said, “I hope you do not think this forward but would you like to join me for dinner one evening?”

Fernanda’s eyes widened, floored that this man was asking her out. “I would love to but unfortunately I’m only here until Sunday so I’m not sure if I’ll have time.”

Toto looked disappointed but pressed further, “Well then, how about a drink later this evening?”

Fernanda’s eyes went even wider before she managed to answer, “I’m not sure, it’s a girl's trip and I don’t want to ditch my friends, I really would love to though. Maybe can I get your number and text you once I’ve figured out their plans?”

“Understood,” replied Toto, looking down, gazing into her eyes with an unreadable expression, “It would be my pleasure, give me your phone.”

Fernanda’s eyes lit up as she handed her phone to the tall Austrian in front of her who deftly punched in his contact. “Thank you, I’ll check in with the girls and let you know. I’ll leave you to your dinner for now but I hope to see you later,” she said with a smile.

Toto turned to glance at his dining companions who were still deep in conversation, and dropped closer down to Fernanda’s ear, keeping his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine, “It’s okay, I don’t think they missed me. I hope to see you later too Fernanda.”

Fernanda looked up at Toto with a smile, “I’m sure they did. See you, Toto.” As she turned back towards her table she glanced over her shoulder and saw Toto’s eyes were locked on her as he returned to his seat. He was undeniably hot and as much as she always abided by the golden rule, chicks before dicks, this was special circumstances.

Sitting back down with her friends, they immediately leaned in to get the lowdown.

“What did he say? He didn’t take his eyes off of you!” said Laura excitedly.

“Just wished me a happy birthday… and asked me out,” said Fernanda blushing.

“No way!” exclaimed her three friends in unison.

“You’re going to go right?” said Olivia, looking at her friend in concern.

“I’m not sure.” said Fernanda, “I don’t want to ditch you all for a man but equally he’s hot as fuck and it would only be for an hour or so.”

“An hour or so?” said Becca, raising her eyebrows, “I doubt this, but you should go, make it a memorable birthday!”

Fernanda looked over once again at where Toto sat, he was a striking man, pushing all of his success to one side. “What the hell, I’ll message him now. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Her friends squealed with excitement in unison.

Fernanda grabbed her phone and nervously began typing her message to Toto.

It’s all good for tonight, we’re almost done eating so I’m free whenever you are.

She could see Toto excuse himself and take out his phone, shooting her a grin from across the restaurant before looking down to type a response.

Sure enough, Fernanda’s phone buzzed.

Perfect, so are we. Shall I meet you outside in ten minutes?

Fernanda replied excitedly, still not believing she was texting Toto Wolff of all people. 

Sounds like a plan.

——

Fernanda was nervous but excited as she saw Toto and his associates pay their bill and head off, Toto shooting her a wink as he jostled his way out of the restaurant.

Settling their own bill, Fernanda and her friends were close behind and as she exited the restaurant, sure enough, she saw Toto standing outside waiting for her, leaning casually up against a column.

Bidding her friends goodbye, she made her way towards her date for the evening. “Hi,” she said somewhat awkwardly, knowing that her friends were likely watching from where they were ordering a taxi to return them to their hotel.

“Hi,” he said, glancing down at her fondly, “How was your dinner?”

“So good!” she said, “How was yours?”

“It was okay, my dining companions weren’t as lovely as you but I think my evening is improving,” he said with a rakish grin.

Fernanda smiled, “You’re a charmer, Toto. Where were you thinking of heading?”

“I know a place a few streets behind, it’s not so fancy but they have an excellent selection of wine if you like it?”

Knowing that she was already a little tipsy, Fernanda was grateful he’d suggested wine, “Sounds good to me, lead the way, Mr Wolff!”

Toto whipped his head around, “I never told you my surname.”

Feeling she’d made a huge error of judgement, Fernanda stuttered, his dark eyes intimidating her before she decided the best course of action was to fess up, “Well it took me a moment but I recognised you. Guilty as charged.”

Musing quietly, Toto’s expression softened, “So you know a little about me, tell me about yourself.”

As the pair made their way around the twisting streets towards the bar, Fernanda filled Toto in on her background, her career as a teacher and her plans for the weekend.

Soon enough they arrived at their destination, Toto, taking the lead and speaking with the Maitre D’ who promptly led them to a secluded table towards the back of the bar.

Settling down on the chair opposite Toto, Fernanda was suddenly much more nervous. 

“You look nervous,” Toto said, his eyes kind.

“Well, this is not how I thought my evening was going to pan out. The ruse is up in that I recognised you so I may as well tell you that we came to Monaco because I love Formula One.” Fernanda blushed furiously as her words tangled into one.

“Relax Fernanda, so you know about formula one?” he said, reaching across the table, taking her hand in his and tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of her hand.

“Well, probably not as much as you.” Fernanda laughed, breaking the tension and gazing into his eyes.

“You’d be surprised,” said Toto shrugging with a smirk. “I just got lucky.”

——

As the evening went on, the pair discussed everything under the sun, the wine helping Fernanda to feel less awkward and forget who she was talking to. Toto was funnier than she expected and she spent half the evening giggling at his stupid remarks. He’d regaled her with stories of his travel adventures, driving mishaps and various other anecdotes, whilst she’d filled him in with her tales of teaching and embarrassing childhood moments. They’d bonded over their love of all things with an engine and time had flown by.

“Ahem.” Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a waiter, “Monsieur, Madame, I am sorry to say that we are closing in ten minutes. Can I take one last order?”

Knowing she was well beyond tipsy, Fernanda shook her head, looking at Toto to check if he was in agreement. Looking somewhat bleary-eyed himself he shook his head as well, “Just the bill please.”

Soon enough the cheque had been settled and Fernanda found herself once again wandering the moonlit streets of Monaco with Toto, this time her hand firmly encased in his.

“Where do you need to go?” Toto asked kindly, “I can drop you back.”

“I’m staying at the Fairmont,” Fernanda replied, not wanting the night to end.

“It’s not so far, are you happy to walk?” he asked, squeezing her hand.

“Sure, it’s just up there,” she replied gesturing at the bend in the road where the hotel was perched, “As long as you can get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Toto, a dark look in his eye. “Fernanda, when do you leave again?”

“Sunday afternoon,” she said sadly, wishing she was staying for longer.

“Well, you’ll have to come back next year for the Grand Prix,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Maybe if I rob a bank!” she said with a chuckle, “One day.��

“I don’t like to boast, but I might know someone who can get you in without having to resort to organised crime,” he said, laughing with a deep rumble.

“Oh really?” Fernanda said, turning to face Toto in the inky moonlight, “Is he nice?”

“Very,” said Toto, dropping Fernanda’s hand and placing his hands on either side of her waist, swaying slightly in his merry state.

Laughing, Fernanda stretched up to look Toto in the eye, “I’ll have to meet this guy, he sounds great.”

At that their lips met, Toto bending down to plant a soft kiss on Fernanda’s lips, their height difference making it slightly a challenge but one that neither party seemed bothered by. As the kiss deepened, Toto began to run his hands down towards Fernanda’s perfectly rounded ass, squeezing gently as he found her curves.

Breaking apart for air, Fernanda glanced around, luckily there was no one in the empty street but she didn’t want to risk being caught making out in the street with a famous face and it being splashed across the tacky tabloids.

“Do you fancy a nightcap at mine?” she asked, looking up at Toto through her fluffy long lashes.

Toto’s eyes lit up, “Well, I have heard the view is nice.”

Fernanda laughed, grabbing Toto’s hand once again and leading him towards the corner entrance to her hotel. As they crossed the lobby she had a sudden panic that her friend Olivia was in their room, and as they made it into the elevator, sent a frantic text knowing her friends would still be awake, waiting for her post-date debrief.

Red alert, I’m bringing him back, please can you vacate?

Sure enough, the replies came back instantaneously.

Oh la la of course birthday girl! 

Get it girl! 

Knew it!!!!!

Smiling as Toto rested his hand on the small of her back in the elevator, Fernanda looked up at him before he once again swooped down to catch her lips with his.

The elevator dinged before things could get too heated but it didn’t stop Toto wrapping his arm tightly around Fernanda’s waist as the pair stumbled towards her room.

“Here we are,” she said, scrambling to find her keycard in her bag before popping open the door to unveil her suite. Thankfully her friends must have tidied for her as the detritus from getting ready for the evening was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice,” said Toto before bending down once again to continue kissing her, turning her around to face him as she closed the door. Pressing her against the wall with his leg, he continued to deepen the kiss, his hands starting to explore more of her body.

“As soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you,” he said, his lips resting against her ear, his deep Austrian accent rumbling.

Fernanda gulped, she never would have thought it but his voice roused something deep within. Her lips stretching up and finding the crevice of his neck, she replied in a low voice, “Then have me.”

Toto needed no invitation, scooping her up into his arms, he carried her over to the bed, throwing her down before leaning over and continuing to kiss her, his strong arms either side of her, pinning her down.

Emboldened by his eagerness, Fernanda wrapped her legs around his thick torso, pushing herself against him, not surprised to find a growing bulge. As he ground his hips into hers, he started to explore her curves with his large hands, ghosting her breasts and waist and reaching around to caress her ass once again.

Reaching up, Fernanda started to unbutton Toto’s shirt, exposing a surprisingly muscular frame. Impatient, he leaned up and divested himself of the shirt as well as the rest of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Fernanda couldn’t help but smile at the view that greeted her as he once again lunged down to kiss her, this time, his hands making quick work of pulling her dress off, leaving her exposed in nothing but her lingerie and heels.

“You are ridiculous,” he said, his eyes hungry with desire, gazing into her eyes and gently kissing her neck.

“I could say the same about you,” replied Fernanda breathily, her back arching in pleasure as Toto kissed his way along her neck and across her collarbone.

Melting into each other’s arms, Fernanda began to grind back against his now prominent hardness, feeling herself getting more turned on by the second.

“Toto?” she asked, gasping for air, “Will you fuck me?”

Toto’s eyes lit up, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at each other, Toto reached down to unhook Fernanda’s bra, releasing her pert breasts, “Fuck, Fernanda.” he said, lifting his head to marvel at them, “Even better than I imagined.”

Fernanda blushed at his words, not used to such attention. Growing impatient she ghosted her hands down Toto’s abs, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?” he said, leaning back suddenly and hooking his arms underneath Fernanda’s legs, gripping her thighs and bringing her closer. “I want to taste you first.”

Gulping Fernanda leant back, allowing Toto to bring his mouth to where she needed it most. As his tongue lapped gently, he brought his hand along and began to stroke her clit, slowly but sensually.

It wasn’t long before Fernanda was writhing in pleasure, tugging Toto’s dark locks as he pumped a finger in and out, continuing to expertly lick.

“Toto, I want you in me,” she said, seeing stars as she was so close.

Pausing his ministrations, Toto was more than happy to oblige, kissing his way back up her torso as he replied, “I want to do everything with you.”

At that, Fernanda melted, the evening had turned into one that was beyond her wildest dreams. As Toto swiftly undressed them both, she gazed into his intense chocolate eyes as he began to line himself up, unsurprisingly intimidatingly big.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pushed in, slowly but surely. Gasping, Fernanda shifted as she adjusted to his size. True to his word, he took it easy and entered her tantalisingly slowly, an inch at a time.

“Fuck, Toto.” she said breathily, “You’re so big.”

Smiling, he pulled back out before pushing in once more, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Not at all, it feels good,” she said, feeling pleasantly stretched in places she’d never felt before.

“Good.” he said with a grin as he began to thrust in and out lazily, continuing to kiss her.

It wasn’t long before they were a tangled mess of arms and legs, both nearing completion. “Fuck, Toto, I am so close.” said Fernanda, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Close isn’t good enough,” said Toto, smirking as he reached down and found her clit once again, his thumb circling gently as he continued to push in and out, speeding up.

“That feels so go…” Fernanda couldn’t even finish her sentence as Toto hit the sweet spot with expert precision. 

“Fernanda…” was all Toto managed as he thrust in and out a few more times, chasing his own high before collapsing on top of Fernanda.

“Ooff.” said Fernanda, crushed by the weight of the muscular man on top of her.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, flashing her a shy grin as he rolled off to lie beside her.

“Well… that was not how I expected my birthday to turn out.” said Fernanda, feeling like she was in a dream.

Toto laughed, stretching a strong arm across her stomach to pull her in for a cuddle. “There’s still a few hours of your birthday left.”

Fernanda’s eyes widened once more. This was certainly a birthday to remember.

[milo-miriam]

Larvotto beach 🇲🇨

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Guide d'achat et de location à Monaco.

Pour ceux qui recherchent un mode de vie luxueux, exclusif et sophistiqué, la Principauté de Monaco est une destination idéale. Monaco est un lieu de vie de premier ordre grâce à son climat méditerranéen doux, ses casinos extravagants, son Grand Prix de Formule 1 de renommée mondiale et son port de plaisance spectaculaire. Nous sommes là pour vous aider à naviguer dans l'univers de l'immobilier monégasque si vous envisagez de vous installer dans ce paradis pittoresque. Diverses options immobilières à Monaco. Notre sélection d'appartements et de biens immobiliers à vendre à Monaco est à la fois diversifiée et captivante. Nous avons quelque chose pour vous, que vous recherchiez un studio petit et chic, un appartement de cinq pièces spacieux et luxueux, ou même un penthouse spectaculaire avec vue sur la mer Méditerranée. De plus, nous pouvons répondre à toutes vos exigences immobilières en offrant des parkings, des garages, des commerces et des locaux. A lire également : Avis agent Immobilier : le secret pour trouver la perle rare La location à Monaco offre une grande flexibilité. Nous vous recommandons de consulter notre sélection de locations à Monaco si vous préférez une option plus souple. Chaque appartement proposé à la location est soigneusement choisi pour répondre aux exigences les plus strictes en matière de confort, de localisation et de qualité de vie. Les agences immobilières à Monaco sont d'une aide précieuse pour trouver le bon logement. Les agences immobilières de Monaco ont une connaissance approfondie des biens locaux. Elles possèdent une connaissance approfondie du marché immobilier monégasque et peuvent vous proposer des appartements dans les quartiers les plus recherchés de la ville, tels que Monte-Carlo, le Carré d'Or, les plages du Larvotto et le Port Hercule. Imaginez vivre sur le Port Hercule et avoir une vue sur le Grand Prix de Monaco à l'horizon ! Les coûts immobiliers à Monaco. Vous aspirez à posséder un bien immobilier à Monaco pour y vivre pendant une année, acquérir une résidence secondaire ou simplement investir afin de générer des revenus fonciers intéressants et constituer votre patrimoine immobilier ? Quel que soit votre projet, vous avez besoin de conseils, d'informations et, bien sûr, d'accéder aux offres. Notre système "Résidences Immobilier" rassemble les meilleures offres des professionnels de Monaco pour vous aider à choisir l'appartement ou la maison qui répond à vos exigences et à votre budget. Le prix moyen d'un bien immobilier à Monaco est de 54 000 €, le prix le plus bas est de 10 000 € et le prix le plus élevé est de 1 million €. Le marché immobilier de Monaco offre une grande variété de choix pour tous les budgets et les goûts, que ce soit pour l'achat ou la location. La Principauté de Monaco a beaucoup à offrir, que vous soyez attiré par le charme historique de Monte-Carlo, le glamour moderne du Carré d'Or, la tranquillité des plages du Larvotto ou l'excitation du Port Hercule. Pour trouver la perle rare qui vous attend dans ce coin de paradis méditerranéen, contactez-nous sur https://monacolegendproperties.com/ Read the full article