1. The Window


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Starbride, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    The Window Again, I walk down this lonely cobblestone street. It is dark, and the rain had stopped a while ago. I am shivering a little. The cobblestones are slippery, so I carefully step aside when I hear a one-horse carriage approaching from behind. I cannot see who is in the carriage. All I can see in the dim light of a street lamp is the back of the coachmen. I stop for a moment, holding my breath. Much to my relief, the carriage leaves the narrow main road after a few more yards and turns to the right. Now I can see it, not far away - a brightly illuminated window on the ground floor of a big house. It is one of those early Georgian houses you still find in Edinburgh, luxuriously appointed, light-grey, surrounded by an iron fence, which is over ten feet high. This is just to protect the house owners from the ordinary rabble. But this is not Edinburgh. I can feel it. The drizzle starts again, and I pull the hood of my long, black cape entirely over my head while I slowly approach the house. My heart is beating strongly as I reach the end of the cobblestone street. To the left and right, the narrow street continues. My shivering hands are clasping the iron fence as I look at the window, so bright - a promise of warmth. Then I see her, and my thoughts suddenly go back to the Highlands, as I watch her brushing her long, dark hair. My mind drifts far away to a lonely Loch, surrounded by glens. I fly a few miles, higher and higher, and look down to the glens, where the ...
    Highland cattle are grazing. Then I change my direction, and soon I pass the Trossachs and Loch Lomond. Then I see them - hundreds of warriors, hidden in the Drunkmoon Wood, their faces painted white and blue. All this happens at the same time, about twelve miles from where I stand now, watching the young lady behind the illuminated window. How wonderful she is, her skin so white! How shy she was the first time, so young and innocent, a daughter of a respectable bourgeois family. And how excited I was when my time finally had come - when I used all my seductive wiles, and perhaps a few supporting spells, to make her mine. We sat at the edge of her bed, and I put my arms around her, embracing her, while I touched the soft skin of her neck. I played gently with her long hair, my lips inches from hers. Then our breasts touched, and she was confused when she felt my hard buds. Her eyes widened when my tender hands caressed her breast, and much to my delight, her innocent rosebuds grew as well. Soon, our lips touched, as I untied her corset. She looked into my eyes, so full of love and desire. I stroked her hair again, and touched her cheeks gently. While I looked deeply into her eyes, my fingertips started to fondle her shoulders, then her upper arms. My fingertips were tickling her back, down to her hips. She moaned slightly when I pressed my lips harder against hers, and soon she opened her mouth when my tongue demanded entry. I softly cupped her breast, and my tender fingers played ...
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