Rising Sun Valley [m] reckoning

She stood supple but strong beneath the bellowing of their bodies, and remembered (with a shred of guilt) why it was that the intimacy often left her longing for more from the men she had been with. Engulfed in heat on a mid-winter’s day- there was some magic in that. She closed her eyes and watched the flames dance before her, in her mind’s eye, leaping and frolicking like young does in the springtime.

The enchantment lingered in a golden glow that she wore as an aura after he had slipped from her touch. In spite of the vision of paradise he had brought her, she said nothing to the man as she cleaned herself, took no note of the onlooker, and parted ways with him peacefully.