Story

The dim flicker of the candles, and the shadows they cast dance around the room. The sweet scent of your perfume is lingering in the air, I can almost taste it on my tongue as I walk through the door. You've certainly prepared for my arrival. My eye's struggle to adjust to the dark as I hear your voice softly telling me to come in and make myself comfortable. The living room is open and spacious. I easily find a comfortable place to sit on the couch as you appear from around the corner. Even in this dim light you shine, long flowing black hair cascading down your shoulders. Your silhouette defying reality as the blue neglige you've adorned yourself in seems to slide over every curve perfectly. The hem sways back and forth along your legs as you deliberately walk slowly towards me, allowing me ample time to take in this beautiful sight. A glass of wine adorns each hand as you sit next to me. Your hem creeping ever further up your silken thighs.