He would be a brave bandit, tall and athletic with hair like farmyard straw and a sword in hand. She stared into the ceiling, her only thought on the dashing man in her fantasies… Xxnx Her silver eyes gazed on out through the open window of her room; white shut-ins floating in the gentle breeze, giving her a view of the full moon against black sky. She giggled sheepishly, then began to rub the moist lips between her thighs with what she fantasized was a rag soaked in the semen of her lover… But what was she doing? At that moment, like no other, could she remember how alone they were upon the road, her carriage-guards slain in the undergrowth and her driver long-since fled. The blade of the dashing man cut her dress cleanly away without ever harming her cold flesh.
