Helega and I danced but my heart and mind remained unsettled. So soon afterwards I stood at the inn's open door gulping the cool air (yes, with the return of some of my composure I again located the door!) then I splashed water over my face in the kitchen.
Yet when I danced again with Helega I could no longer think along logical lines. Worse, I began doubting that I saw things as they were.
The soft smell of her hair perhaps also drugged me; her touch, soft but firm, offered unspoken promises and her closeness swiftly betrayed my morality.
Christopher 4 months ago
Beautiful women do have a tendency to cloud our judgment, don't they?
This is really intriguing, Drew. Keep 'em coming.
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
They do, yes, thankfully! ;) Thanks for the comments - I'm off work today so I should get quite a few done with a bit of luck :)
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Now it’s my turn to play catch-up... and it seems that I have fair bit to catch up too. Riveting stuff, Drew... have just gone back a few as a refresher. I too am smelling her hair, feeling her extreme closeness and willing having my judgement clouded... but they’re rarely exactly as they seem, sadly...☹️
Drew Martyn 3 months ago
Glad you're enjoying it mate :)