desire or madness?

The rest of the day, I couldn't work, I felt a look beyond the gaze of this woman whose places I could still feel she had touched, my body wanted more while my reason begged me to pull myself together.

Almost like a dream, as if remote-controlled, I took a taxi that took me to an abandoned part of the city, old hangars that for the most part were being converted into homes, however it gave a rather gloomy aspect, alone in the dark alleys I didn't feel wide.

I found the carriage entrance that corresponded to the address indicated, my reason screamed madness if it was a trap no one would come to save me. I pulled a cord that resonated in a melodious tinkling.

The door opened a young black woman dressed in a bohemian way opened it for me with a magnificent smile

• Hello miss what can I do for you?

Confused I stood there for a moment speechless

• oh excuse me madam I must have made a mistake I was invited by Mrs Belmont from Bohemian photoart.

She smiled radiantly.

• you are not mistaken it is here, I am her assistant Naomie, you must be Nadège Salomine? she is waiting for you come in, don't pay attention the ground floor is our photography studio.

with these words she motioned me to come in, which I did with relief, staying in this alley did not reassure me, indeed one could not be mistaken about the use of the place

• take these stairs she is waiting for you up there in the reception room. I did not need to be asked twice, I had a joy bordering on a kind of drunkenness as if my body was no longer responding to me and my mind was no longer an external witness.

arriving at the top my heart leapt she was so beautiful and yet I shuddered, on the walls I saw what types of photos she took and yet I was not shocked it was so beautiful that I did not feel ashamed on the contrary I would have so much wanted my body to be honored like this.

taking a moment to regain my senses, I realized that she was against me without being able to understand how she had done it and with a sensual voice that could have set my panties on fire.

• oh beautiful Nadège you came, you will not regret it I have so much to make you discover, call me Salomé.

I almost moaned at her soft touch, her heady perfume, only managing to nod my head, my mouth remaining silent.