Rome 78 AD
Rome 78 ADSarahi made her slow, sinuous way down the cobbled streets of Rome, between the heavily-columned white marble buildings, heading for the temple of Venus. Hunger snarled in her belly. It had been far too long since she had eaten – months – but she"d been unable to rid herself of the image of Alexander dying in her arms, drained of his life force by her insatiable hunger. Poor man. He was so beautiful, so strong. A warrior in the bedroom and on the field of battle.
Poor man. He was so beautiful, so strong. A warrior in the bedroom and on the field of battle.It"s so unfair that I can never keep a man, only use him until I suck him dry. My nourishment is my lover"s downfall. This is my only alternative, and I hate this more. Prostitution. Trading one man for another unti
