It is a cold moonlit night. The wind blows with such a chill that you feel it deep within your bones. As you climb the stairs to the apartment, they ache and seem to protest with every step you take.
You reach my door and enter. You immediately feel the warmth rush at your face. Gratefully, you soak it in and as you inhale to prepare for a sigh of relief, you smell incense. At first, it seems dark in the hall way, but as your eyes adjust, you can see a faint, flickering light on the far wall, just before turning in toward the main part of the apartment. Curious, you remove your boots and jacket, then cautiously make your way out to the kitchen. You see candlelight everywhere: on the table, on the knick-knack shelf, on the counter. The T.V. is off, but you hear music--soft music. The bedroom door is closed, so you open it. As you enter, you see still more candles: on the dresser, on the night-stand along the wall under the light switch, on the window sill. The smell of incense hangs in the air like a dream, and the bed is decked with white sheets, and red rose petals.
"Where is she?" you ask yourself aloud, as you stand there taking in the sight, feeling a stirring in your pants that you haven't felt for a while. You hear a slight noise and feel hands slide under your shirt, slipping it over and off your head. You feel fingers trailing over your skin, making you feel a shiver all over. You want to turn around, but the one touching you will not let you. You feel a bind-fold being put over your eyes, and hear a soft, sultry voice saying, "Don't be afraid..." So you relax and allow the mysterious seductress to work her magic on you.
