’ She dutifully lowered herself into the water, tipping her head back so she could immerse her hair. He began to massage her scalp. She found it to ...be intensely arousing, never having realised her head could be so sensitive. Then again, no one had actually washed her hair for her since she was a child. She leaned back into his hands, lifting her chin and groaning contentedly. ‘This feels incredible.’ ‘Good.’ She could hear the smile in his voice. He stood up, ‘You should rinse your hair. I’m. His computer still inhabited the desolate looking space."Sorry I don't have your room ready. I've got to pick your bed up in a couple days. Until then you can crash in my room and I'll just sleeping on the couch. It's my fault anyway,"he explained this as we left my room and traveled down a narrow hallway to his bed room.It was beautiful. A large queen sized bed was centered on the wall opposite to the door. A mirror above the head board attracted my eyes, as it was the first thing you saw in. Simone’s message didn’t hold back.I was in a dry spell by choice, focusing on using these weeks at The Wild Woman Festival to get stronger and fitter with daily swimming in the lake, yoga, and making the most of some incredible workshops when I wasn’t working. But I’d be lying if I said Simone’s text hadn’t brought images to mind of her curves and smooth skin - the softest I’ve felt and an intensely pleasant discovery when we submitted to lust and alcohol and explored each other’s bodies some. ‘It’s even larger than Her Ladyship’s,’ she breathed, wondering what it would be like to be taken by such a creature. ‘It’s just a statue, Alice,’ she murmured, reprimanding herself for such an indecent thought. ‘Perhaps it would be best if I explored further…’Reluctantly, she took her own advice (for once actually following it, something she found she had trouble doing all too often) and made her way through the fog (which had become so thick that she lost her way more than once and resorted.