She admired his stocky, rugged build.She admired his stocky, rugged build. He was older than most of the men she slept with, he looked to be in his forties, but age really wasn't a concern for her. The more experienced the man, the better. His large, rough hand on hers sent a shiver down her spine as she thought of the night to come when these hands would travel all over her tender body. He led her through the woods a few yards to an inviting one room cottage. Upon opening the door, she saw two other men seated next to the large bed. One looked to be her age. He was an artist from the village, and an albino with long white hair and pink eyes set in pale skin. The other man was more of a boy. He might have been a teenager, or just out of his teen years. He was slim, but athletically built, and the way he eyed her let her know he could satisfy any woman with his youthful virility. "Will all of you be staying?" Melina asked. The adolescent leered at her, his eyes devouring her body as he nodded in response. The artist rose and walked over to her. He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. |