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 Auburn 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 ...