There was talk that the battalion would be sent back to our previous billets, in those villages up on the edge of Salisbury Plain.I was none too keen ...to be relocated back to Laverton, for several reasons. The first being was that up on that higher ground winters were bitter. In the sheltered Vale of Pewsey snow and frost, and cutting winds, were rare, but were much more prevalent on that higher terrain. Secondly, there was the comfort of living at the Anchor, with good food and drink, and a. She tidied the tea set from the lounge area before entering the bedroom, lighting some candles that she had purchased earlier and she waited on the bed. Robert walked back in a few minutes later sporting a pair of black silk boxer shorts. He had in his hand his i-pod and a set of portable speakers. He set them on the bedside table and pressed play and the beautiful voice of Etta James wafted in the room singing “At Last”. He walked over to her and pulled her to her feet. Juliana stood and put. I took the sheet off, then fired it up. I sat in front for a few minutes, thinking of what I had been going through the last three months, then fired up the word processor.I was a bit clumsy at first, having not typed anything in months. But soon I was falling back into my groove, and typing away. I started writing, talking about the training I had gone through, and how in the Dungeon Master’s Guide it described very vaguely how once a character gained enough experience to level up, they needed. In other words, a man who was disgustingly normal. I did not find him that night so I hit an adult chat room for a quick fantasy fix. Quick turned into an hour in which time I managed to find a man who could write well enough to get me inside my own head and the fantasy orgasm which ended with me clenching my teeth and forcing the climax. It was a slimy orgasm. I was forced to wash before I went to bed.The next morning I got out of bed early to get the heat up then bank the fire so it would.