SIN
It was nighttime when I stepped into the room again. I saw Artemisia standing by the window side, staring up at the light of the moon.
She tilted her head and placed her hands on the sill. The nightie she wore ruffled as the wind floated into the room, and her long waist-length ginger hair followed suit.
I groaned as her delicious scent glided into my nostrils. My pants tightened, and I glanced at the already forming dent on it.
It was just like always. I wondered if I would ever be free from the spell she had placed on me, as I didn't see it to be an ordinary thing.
No woman had ever affected me this way.
For others, when I felt like getting laid, I needed to be close to them and initiate some romance before I got turned on.
Sometimes, I don't get turned on; I just do wha
