I see him there, doing nothing yet stands vigorously. I know none about him, but one thing I’m sure is that his advent made my pupils burn and that sudden bumps pumping in my chest, eager for his skin brushes on mine, top to toe. Endlessly.

He sees me. And I’m stoned, pinned by his amber eyes. Slowly he walks towards me and without any command, my body just kneels down. He cups my chin, then his strong fingers slowly crawling down to my sensitive neck, then tuck them on my linen straps and slides them down delicately until I’m just a bare flesh.

He continues to explore me, and I let him be. Those stings from his silky caresses, made me scream for air. I followed what he did to me, uncovering any thick fabric from him away. Inch by inch we taste each other’s movements. Our hands. Our chests. Each other’s legs. The subtle moans, the goosebumps, the freeze on our skin, and the warmth of our fiery lust.

Oh, Bayek, you’re such a luscious a fatamorgana.