She was beautiful.
Lying there beneath the silk sheet, all warm and sexy, she took my breath away. Such loviness as hers I had only encountered in the House of Tamar, where whores lined the walls - and the beds - plying their trade. She belonged there, with her soft beauty and womanly wiles. For though she laid among the silk and lace, she was, after all, just a whore.
Slowly, I inched closer to the bed. She stirred once, then settled peacefully on her side, trapped in some mythical dream of courtly love. The thought of that caused me to snicker as I watched her sleep, a slight smile on her lovely face.
I had to keep telling myself she was just a whore. I was here for one purpose, and one purpose only. And I could not let her beauty stand in the way of such urgent business. For if I failed, then all would be lost.
But gods be damned, she was beautiful. With her dark long hair and milky white skin, she was a picture of perfection. I could see the outline of her breasts beneath the sheet and my hands ached to reach for them, to touch them, to hold them. Her lips were red and full, and promised such sweet pleasure that for a moment I forgot my purpose and leaned over to taste their sweetness.
It was then that her eyes open..........
Lying there beneath the silk sheet, all warm and sexy, she took my breath away. Such loviness as hers I had only encountered in the House of Tamar, where whores lined the walls - and the beds - plying their trade. She belonged there, with her soft beauty and womanly wiles. For though she laid among the silk and lace, she was, after all, just a whore.
Slowly, I inched closer to the bed. She stirred once, then settled peacefully on her side, trapped in some mythical dream of courtly love. The thought of that caused me to snicker as I watched her sleep, a slight smile on her lovely face.
I had to keep telling myself she was just a whore. I was here for one purpose, and one purpose only. And I could not let her beauty stand in the way of such urgent business. For if I failed, then all would be lost.
But gods be damned, she was beautiful. With her dark long hair and milky white skin, she was a picture of perfection. I could see the outline of her breasts beneath the sheet and my hands ached to reach for them, to touch them, to hold them. Her lips were red and full, and promised such sweet pleasure that for a moment I forgot my purpose and leaned over to taste their sweetness.
It was then that her eyes open..........