“I have a new one” she said, looking at her lover triumphantly.

He, knowing the ritual, smiled the way ancient gladiators used to smile when they entered the circus: at this moment she kissed him and, as she did, he tasted her unpainted lips.

Slowly he knelt, all the time holding her gaze, once again admiring the perfect curves.

She dropped her silks, soon exposing the mystery that bound him to her, made him her pet.

Mesmerised, he saw the glistening, dark red gloss  at the soft entrance to his home, the tender door he would soon open.