It was an intoxicating mixture of scents; musky, sweet, tangy.I could sense arousal, as well as the more obvious odours associated with that area; dri...d urine probably, and the tartness where the material had been in intimate contact with her bottom. It should have been incredibly shaming, but it was, without a doubt, one of the most sensual things I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t help let slip a gentle moan.This time it was Rachel who spoke.‘Bend over the chair, Sarah, and grip the seat –. On some shore I cannot see across the blue waste of water lies a place that once may have been home. I try to remember what it was like there, what I did, who I loved. I almost remember when my wounds reopen and I allow myself to sink into blackness. Images drown me in the water that is now my home. A snippet of laughter, a soft kiss, a forgotten bit of sun. It is only the jeering of the gulls high above. There is sand in my mouth. A continent stretches behind me yet I do not look for others of. You come into the room where the fire is raging nicely, and I look up at you. I melt right there, eyes watering at the sight of you — body, heart and soul trying to scream out just how beautiful and wonderful you are. You reach down and take my hand, pulling me up. You unbutton my shirt, one at a time, kissing my chest each time. When the shirt comes off, you undo my belt and remove my pants, then you push me down on the soft carpet in front of the fire. The firelight sparkles in your earrings,. ‘aaa…aahh’ I moaned, not without some pain, but I did not complain too much and found myself murmuring ‘ hold me tighter, more, still more…yesss, like that…mmmmm’. By this time, I felt like my bones were crumbling into chips and finally unable to bear the pain, I freed my hand out of his iron lock and put my arms around him, hugging him like how he did. I finally understood why woman tolerated so much from men. So this was why spinsters and unmarried woman are so bitter and empty. This was why.