I had always been rather curious and ready for new adventures. I wanted to know everything about life, and from the moment I was able to interest men I was out tempting (and bedding) them. Of average height but with a stunning figure and pretty face framed by dark auburn hair, I had no shortage of dalliances. My mother would look me in the eyes and tell me "Curiosity killed the cat. Just remember that." I had no idea what she meant and I didnt care. My ways suited me fine enough... until the day I met the lady Belinda. I was out of my league from the moment I looked into her stormy gray eyes and lost myself to the mesmerizing depths of her mind, and I didnt even know it.
We met quite by accident one day, at least I thought it was so at the time. Since that day I have had reason to question everything that occurred from that moment. A strange dog suddenly appeared and ran into me, knocking me down. She offered me a quick hand to help me up, and our relationship was begun. Her engaging smile and almost musical laugh bewitched me instantly. She invited me home with her to bandage my bloodied knee and I never left.
That first afternoon was one I could never forget. Belinda took me upstairs to her room to tend my knee. She had me sit on the side of her bed, my foot on a little stool. She lifted my skirt above my knees and tenderly wiped the blood from the small cut. She bent to kiss the wound, and it felt for the tiniest moment she actually sucked at it, but I knew certainly that could not be so and dismissed the shiver than ran up my spine. After she tied a small bandage on the cut she rested her hand on my knee and looked up at me.
Her lips were full and red, her eyes smoky and mysterious, surrounded by a cloud of dark, wavy hair that fell to her waist. She held my gaze, probing the depths of my soul through my eyes and when I finally looked away I was squirming a little. It was as though she had read my thoughts, and I was already naked before her. She slid... Læs hele novellen
