"I don't know how to explain it or describe it Robbie. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it isn't, but whatever it is, I love this naughty, even dirty feeling I...have, I feel wicked, hot ... horny, insatiable, all of those things, and I like it. I like laying here spreading myself open, having you looking at me, seeing me as I pull my lips a part, letting you see inside me, knowing you will soon be thrusting your hard fucking cock so deep inside my pussy." Not before I have tasted you," I interjected, now. ‘I never said the time wasn’t now.’ She led me to the door. Up the stairs. She pushed a door open with her foot and walked through it, and bade me sit on the bed. She stood over me and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, dropping it on the floor next to the bed, and then pushed me back and unbuttoned my jeans slowly.Taking my weight on my hands, I lifted myself up for a moment and she took my trousers off me too. I sat up again and took off my socks, leaving me sat on her bed in just my. The Greeks were a very open minded lot and much oftheir deviant sexual side is well documented, they,like me, like to chronicle events. I decided that thefollowing Spring I would have a trip to one of theGreek islands which was famous for its existing ancientarchitecture, explore and take some photos, I am quitea keen photographer. It was a dry, beautiful Spring in Athos, the flowers inthe meadows were truly awesome, the low mountain rangeswonderful in the Spring morning light. I stayed at. I sat there feeling very confused. Riordain? I did not recognise the name, from any reference at all, and I stared at the envelope. On the front was written a single word, my name, in a flowing cursive script. Turning the parchment over I saw a seal in black wax. The imprint was of no house crest or mark I knew. In that blackness I saw the shape of a bat in the jaws of a wolf engulfed by fire. With my patience running away from me I open the letter, the seal shattering and falling to the floor.