LongN4
Meteorite
- Joined
- Feb 28, 2011
Katsumi rose slowly out of the bath, relishing the feeling of the warm water as it trickled over her pale creamy skin, and off of her long silken black hair. Her servants rushed over to her and quickly attended to her, anointing her with fragrant oils as soon as she was dry, and gingerly placing a pristine white robe over her shoulders.
Hers was not a body overly "gifted" with curves, but nonetheless she possessed a regal and lean beauty. The robe was loosely tied, and the fluttering flowing movements it made as she moved through her husband's palace occasionally revealed just a hint of the white skin on the swell of her breasts, or on her soft smooth thighs.
She sighed as she entered her room, it had been months since she had seen her husband, and as boorish and crude as he was, she had begun o miss his touch. Actually, that wasn't quite true, what she truly missed was anyone's touch. Ever since her "dear" husband had left she had been placed under constant guard by eunuchs to "protect her virtue". Her virtue be damned, she just wanted somebody to hold her, to touch her, to ravage her until she was breathless and on her knees begging for more.
Disappointed that she would spend yet another night alone, she drew the silk sheets of her bed up around her and drifted off to sleep. Completely open and vulnerable to the mysteries of the night.
Hers was not a body overly "gifted" with curves, but nonetheless she possessed a regal and lean beauty. The robe was loosely tied, and the fluttering flowing movements it made as she moved through her husband's palace occasionally revealed just a hint of the white skin on the swell of her breasts, or on her soft smooth thighs.
She sighed as she entered her room, it had been months since she had seen her husband, and as boorish and crude as he was, she had begun o miss his touch. Actually, that wasn't quite true, what she truly missed was anyone's touch. Ever since her "dear" husband had left she had been placed under constant guard by eunuchs to "protect her virtue". Her virtue be damned, she just wanted somebody to hold her, to touch her, to ravage her until she was breathless and on her knees begging for more.
Disappointed that she would spend yet another night alone, she drew the silk sheets of her bed up around her and drifted off to sleep. Completely open and vulnerable to the mysteries of the night.