All language subtitles for Chloe L.Embrasement.2018

My name is Chloe.

I'm 28 and it's been 10 years
since I met my guy.

Baptiste and I met
when we were 18 and

since then we have
never left each other.

We make an ideal couple
according to my mother.

We work together.

We spend our weekends together.

In short, we don't let go of a week.

In terms of sex,
we weren't doing very badly.

2 to 3 sessions per week.

That's way more than
the national average.

Overall,
we tested just about everything.

Sometimes it was good and
sometimes it was not so good.

One thing is certain.

It always ended the same way.

But honestly, it suited me just fine.

At that time,
I was completely unaware

that I was missing something.

That evening, we were both expected.

And Baptiste had found nothing
better than to be sick as a dog.

Even with the best will in the world,

he was not at all able
to accompany me.

And that's how I found
myself alone at this party.

And if Baptiste had come as planned,

things would not have
turned out like this.

Like what,
sometimes fate stops at that.

Bad gastro.

The sequel is quite classic when
two single people meet at a party.

We are talking.

In Minod.

We laugh at unfunny jokes.

We are reassured about
its potential for seduction,

and we tell ourselves
that we are still popular.

But normally,
we respect a security perimeter.

No bodily contact,
no matter how minimal.

It was time to get bored
on returning to the barcail.

The barcail is a little bigger.

And that's how I had
my first orgasm with

this guy I didn't know,
not with Baptiste.

In fact it is especially
like that that

I realized that I had never enjoyed.

Since then I have the impression
of waking up from a sleep.

To my surprise,
I don't even feel guilty.

It's a rather curious feeling.

In the end, I think I especially
feel sorry for Baptiste.

Maybe finally also
a little for both of us.

I do not understand how we could
spend so much time next to the plate.

Why doesn't it work with him?

However,
I have nothing to reproach him for.

He is handsome. He is quite nice.

I think he is very far from
imagining my frustration.

When Asmee,
whom I have just met, he has been

trying to call me back
for at least ten times.

At first I thought the
problem was mine.

That maybe it was me who was stuck.

Since then I have these full of things.

Really when it does not want,
it does not want.

I can't figure out
what's wrong with me.

The worst part is that I'm sure
if I asked him he would help me.

But I wouldn't even
know what to say to him.

48 people take the metro
every second in Paris.

More than 4 million passengers per day.

Can you tell me what is my

statistical chance
of falling on them?

One of two things, either it's

chance or my guilt is at its maximum.

And frankly it's hard to
assuage my guilt with this

guy I'm trying to forget
about and keeps calling me.

If only I understood
why I can't do it with him.

I have nothing to reproach him for.

It's almost too perfect for me.

?? I don't know if that's the case.

Maybe that's the problem.

It's too smooth.

And maybe I feel
like I don't deserve it.

So suddenly well...

Maybe it's not very smart.

I made my life on tour.

I needed a new chou in the orphine.

I had tasted it once, it was screwed.

I no longer wanted to go
on living without it.

This is where I stabilize the narcote.

That's for sure it worked
but hey let's be clear.

It's never just a fuckboy.

- I'm going to talk.
- Yes.

And hey, he's very cute,
but I'm not going to put all

my live in question just
because he turns me down.

The advantage at least is
that it put me back on track.

In the end,
it's not really him who makes me come.

It is me who authorizes me.

Finally, everything is not
yet completely unlocked.

With him, I can't.

Poor thing is terrible.

I feel more sorry for
him than for myself.

However, sincerely, I am attached to it.

Paradoxically,
perhaps even a little too much.

I can't let go of him.

I'm too afraid to disappoint him.

That may be the solution in the end.

Touching imperfect bodies,

fucking with people I don't like.

Ah, how are you my little William?

In the end, if there were
only beautiful people who fell,

- humanity would be depopulated.
- Good day Mrs.

Be careful though.

With these celebrations,
you risk blôler.

Oh that's good.

On the other hand, I would
like a little creping on my legs.

What, can I take you?

If you want to put me a little bit,
I bush.

Oh, I don't have taste.

I've had a videohand on
my body for a long time.

Ah, I have to do a little
pancake on my legs.

Okay, run.

Do yourself, Leves.

Ah, then it's smeared.
If the good, it wets. Father or more.

Let the drop like that,
the little maid.

I will do something.

Alright, let's do a practical part.

Oh, look at him.

Oh, you make me so wet.

Oh, that you live in the sort, solid.

Oh, but it's the wind,
it's the bismi, known.

Oh, it opens.

It opens,
you fuck me like a glass dog.

Oh, it takes good when you know.

Oh, it's been a long time since
I was going to play like this.

Don't ask me why I decided to contact

the director of this unlikely film.

I told him anything.

I tell him I wanted him to cast me,
but

honestly I only went
in the hope of finding

answers to my questions.

I don't think he himself
understood what I was doing there.

In fact, Chloé,
your sexuality is too smooth.

That is the problem.

Too boring.

You have to let go completely.

To feel things.

Me, I like in a woman.

I like it,
I'm telling you about myself because I'm

of a certain age and I like
women being my lovers.

A woman is your
wife in the restaurant,

she is your wife at work,

but afterwards,
in private, your wife.

It becomes a lover,
it becomes a slut, a

female dog,
my wife whom I adore and respect.

I expect her to be a real,
real hot bitch.

I like, for example, the arniflé,
in the evening when she comes home.

Quickly show this.

Show him. So.

Me, I like when in front of me,
she says to me, then,

imagine me, my little bastard.

So. She shows me her breasts like that.

She knows that I like her smells,
for example.

Smells are very important in sexuality.

It is essential. A body odor,
a sister's odor.

Me, I like, for example,
the shake of the arms.

I smell her scent, her armpit.

When I go down even lower,
when she opens her thighs,

here, open your thighs, show him.

- You see, now I'm going to kill.
- We're going to tutor her. - Yes.

You see, for example,
often, at the aperitif.

We like to have an aperitif in the
evening, and then, it warms me up.

Well, she likes to tell me, look.

- You know, today, at the office...
- I don't have any panties.

But there, there, one.
So I touch her.

Like that, I touch her. I feel
that it is wet, it is very good.

Have you ever been jerked
off in your panties? No?

Here, get a little naked.
Show him. So.

You know, swearing is also an asset,

the smell, the out-of-the-box words,
the insults.

Sometimes it happens to me,
I say, bitch, stand up. Come on.

- And I'm waiting on your ass, like that.
- And I'm waiting for you.

Very strong. Oh, you come to me.

Yes, I like it.
It's a compliment, by the way.

Oh, the sprachemisiers. Oh there.

You see, a man.

A man likes smells.

If you knew how good she is,
it sucks. Take.

This time.

Come on, dare at least once,

do something out of the ordinary.

And then you'll take your panties off.

Sniff it, sniff it, the panties.

Without the smell of a castle.

Without the smell of a castle.

You can do it. Without.

You can do it. Do it.

Oh yes, but say, no, you're wet.

Your asshole is wide open too.

Have you been serious at the office?

In your opinion.

You tell me stuff.

Because you know, even a man,

a man,
sometimes he likes to be cocky.

Me, I know that she makes me cocks,
from time to time.

She must tell him.

That's good.

Oh darling.

Oh, you open your ass.

Oh, how soaked you are.

Ah, I have the chelocures,
at the same time.

You like that I have your chelocures,
in Breton, there, huh?

Oh,
I love that you let me loose anyway.

Oh, here.

Oh darling.

- Go further.
- Go ahead, go ahead. Go ahead, here.

- We're taking away our...
- Oh, yes.

Second.

Oh, you want it in your ass, too?

Oh, look, both, like that.

One in the ass,
one in the pussy, hot.

Go ahead, enjoy me in the fingers,
there. Let all your wet sing.

That sings all your wet, there.
Go ahead.

Oh, she's going to come,
that one, I see her. Oh yes.

Look, try yourself.

Try it, darling. Try it, look.

Look at her. She's leaving there.

Look at her, she's going.
She will leave.

We make her leave.

Look at those little
boobs moving there.

That's it.

Well done, applauded him.

Cheer. Well done, Clouet.

Well, ok, like in any quest,
there are

things that are
more or less glorious.

So I started looking
for inspiration from

women's testimonies,
even from erotic literature.

The author recounts
his experiences in

parking lots and in
the alleys of wankers.

Maybe that's what I need after all.

An extreme experience,
a little dirty.

Something very distant
from my relationship.