Black Ribbons

The torturously refreshing sensation of ice is nothing compared to the anticipation of her touch…

“She stops me in the corridor. The door to her room is closed, but a warm glow radiates from the gap at the bottom. She’s naked apart from a silky robe, which she’s tied loosely so it floats softly over the contours of her body, exposing the curve of her breasts and the tattoo of the bearded lady dancing across her thigh.”