It was late and she was awake. She had gone to bed as normal but had hoped that he would want her - want to make love to her.
He was asleep.
It was not totally dark and she gazed around at the ceiling and the walls illuminated through the slight gap in the curtain.
She wasn't tired.
She lay listening to the sound of his breathing and let her mind wander aimlessly, hoping that sleep would come to her soon.
As she remembered the events of a quite ordinary day she found her thoughts returning again and again to the stories she had read on that web site. The one that had become irresistable since she had been sent there by a stranger.
The stories were sensual of course, and created a sexual tension in her body whenever she read them. Yes, there were some that were better than others and some that didn't appeal to her at all, but whenever she visited the site she left in a heightened state of awareness of her own sexuality.
She was laying on her back with her hands by her sides at first, but as the memories distracted her so she needed to feel them on her skin. Her own fingertips became those of her lover, her hands the strong hands of a Black Knight on his servant.
She gasped as her wrist was gripped firmly.
She didn't understand how but he had found a way into her house, her bedroom. His hand was under the covers of her bed - was he going to take her in her own bed?
She resisted - sure that her husband would wake - convinced that she couldn't enjoy the pleasure of the Black Knight in this way. Yet he wanted her and she was unable to refuse him.
