He always stayed at this intimate hotel after a mountain walk. Not only was it comfortable and thankfully anonymous, the lady hotel owner at the reception counter fascinated him. She always wore a soft satin top with a crystalline clasp at the centre. He always found it hard to look away from her breasts when checking in.

One day he arrived exhausted but knowing that he would not be able to sleep. He wanted dearly to sleep this night, but a cocktail of work issues and personal issues seemed to drive Morpheus from his side. Read more…