I walk the decks on a cold winters night. The sky is clear and the stars glistening. The men are asleep as its been a hard days graft plundering the imperial fleet. I say asleep some of the spoils were woman so they were having their wicked way with them. I stroll below, the wooden stairs echoing down the empty deck. I sit on a stool and start to admire the more metallic spoils. A sceptre catch's my eye. I pick it up and fondle it. The crystal upon its top glistened brightly and projects candle light all around the darkened room. You cough that's when I see you dimly lit, alone as the men… 続きを読む

We met by accident. Bumping into each other at a re-enactment fair. I had tripped over her long trailing medieval dress, I was wearing light armour at the time, but still acted like a rolled tortoise on my back. She looked at me and smiled. It was twilight at this time and the early night had consisted of a lot of mead drinking. She bent over to help drag me up. Her long flowing aurban her lightly brushed my face and her essence although a weekend unwashed affected my deeply. Maybe it was the mead but that brief moment left me utterly intoxicated. And obviously being a low cut medieval dress… 続きを読む