Muses Of The Bothy

It was hell of a day really. Only work, work and work. Nothing actually happened but still, I was feeling irritated that day. Same as always. Just like other days that day ended well, I just wore a grey cashmere silk robe after a silky smooth bath, had my light chicken salad with avocado dressing as a dinner, when I was on my way to my luxurious comfy armchair with my wine then I got a message from my boss that I'd to receive a very special guest for a one night stand on my apartment. My irritation aroused more than earlier.

When I was trying to seduce myself to feel good about my present hectic life then the door bell ranged. It was half past 10 o'clock. Heavy rains making it more intolerable for me. I love to live alone and loneliness never bothered me. Never felt the need of a woman in my busy scheduled life before. Completely loving the fact that woman or any species of that race can't afford or tolerate me. At that moment of my life, I'd to entertain a lady guest. As lazy as I can ever be, my guest room always well decorated for my tastebuds. Sometimes, I fall in love with myself for such a selfless attitude. Very casually but firmly, without any hesitation or impatience, I took the liberty to open the front door for my lady guest.

That night was a rainy night, heavy rainfall made impossible for anyone to stay dry at any cause. I was surprised a little when I saw her, she was a mid age, size, weight and height woman. I never saw anyone like that who was middle in every possible ways, it was amazing actually. She was soaked in rain, shivering like a wet cat on my door, waiting for me to allow her to stay with me, slightly chubby but not bad at all, wore a grey silk, an evening dress with an embroidered brown linen jacket, slightly toned make up which was not washed by the stormy weather, hint of a red lipstick still hanging on her lips, interesting earrings which was probably made of brown silk lace, brown leather shoes with two moderate size briefcases which was also made by leather. As far as I was concerned, I was not expecting such a complete knocked down appearance of a guest at that night. I was happy and relaxed enough to be relieved that she was not a hot seductive person. I welcomed her with my utmost sincerity and showed her, my guest room. I prepared her dinner same as mine with a sherry. It was a cold rainy night, little warmth couldn't harm anyone, then I dived into my heavenly pleasurable armchair which was made of sandalwood with silk embroidery gardens and fairies playing with each other, singing and dancing, one of very rich client gave it to me as a gift. I was treating myself a little indulgence with soft melodies and love songs. I didn't know when I fell on sleep, it was a cosy night. In my deepest sensual sense, I felt a little warmth on my neck, it's like someone breathing my skin, my lips, my face then undone my robe knot, little bit of caressing warmth touch here and there that made me more comfortable to sleep in, I even felt a sensuous cold touch on my man's pride which made me more reluctant about my present state. I felt so relieved about my undying desire to my devotion for not taking any chances of her. That night was slightly different. I never felt so much about myself in my sleep. It was like warmth cold breeze taking air from me.