You are alone in a room. There's a door on one wall, but no windows. It's lit by a hanging light above. The floor is carpeted with a thick pile red rug and the walls are painted red, with a black ceiling. There are few furnishings, a large circular bed, with black silk sheets and a black fur throw, a large oak cupboard, chair and a small end table. The room is warm but not uncomfortably so and slightly smells of peppermint and tea. You are wearing a black t-shirt over a white long sleeve t-shirt, jeans and desert style boots. A light jacket lies discarded on the chair. You sit on the end of the bed, waiting for me to arrive.
I enter, wearing a green Napoleonic military tunic, black leather combat trousers and purple leather boots, with tunic open and no shirt under it. My hair is tied back with ribbon and I've not shaved in a few days. You stand up and move towards me. I seize you up in a hug, lifting you partly off the ground. The door shuts behind us. You move to speak, but before you get a chance, I swing you round against the wall and kiss you, releasing the hug. You slide your hands under my tunic, running along my chest upwards. They reach up to my collarbones, when I break the kiss, taking your hands in one of mine and pinning them above your head. I kiss you again, holding your hands above you. I side my free hand along your body. It caresses along your side and your back, before I slip in under your jeans. My hand slides under your panties along your bare flesh. Skin against skin, gently stroking as I kiss deeply. You shiver at the touch of my cold hand.