He whispered softly into her ears, "I'll be downstairs", her skin receiving some form of impulse from his hot breath.

She watched as he put on his long black robe and left the room walking majestically and gracefully.

Even with his departure, the room was still filled with his aura, with his scent, he smelled like spice, like the roses, and so did the room too.

Everything in the room reminded her of the intense intimate moment they had the previous night.

From the table lamp, to the bed, to the opened windows which freely gave passage for the winds to cool her every moment of the session, she smiled...