Alessandra - a beautiful and mysterious gypsy

She watched the chariots come and go from the high balcony of her spacious apartment; dark skin bathed in the pale moonlight, wearing nothing but the scent of her exotic perfumes. The waves of her long, jet-black hair flowed in the cool breeze of the passing summer. She knew the castle would not remain a sanctuary forever. She knew she would have to leave before the next summer comes to an end. Where to? It didn’t matter, really.

Alessandra always felt melancholic when sexually satisfied.

And as of late there were plenty of people in the castle who were willing to give her pleasure in exchange for the very same thing. It wasn’t exactly a fair deal, though. She was usually offered little for the exquisite experiences she could give but she was always patient and very eager to teach; besides, she had no difficulties appreciating the less… refined forms of love as well as the more perverse. In fact, few things aroused her as much as sharing people’s most secret desires. She could be the perfect lover for any man or woman, whatever role she was meant to play, and she knew it.

There was a time when Alessandra used her talents to squeeze the money out of the pockets of the rich. She made many enemies then but regret was alien to her. Nowadays, she only took what she was given, without trickery or deception. She found no shame in accepting gifts of gratitude nor did she fear the uncertainty with which she welcomed each day.

The woman who called herself Alessandra dreamt of living in a different era. She longed for the ancient world where knowledge blossomed without prejudice, where religion fought not a war with human needs and instincts but thrived alongside them; a world without a God who dreams of shackling the minds of his children; a world without heaven or hell. She dreamt of freedom and tried to live this dream with her every breath. After all, she was a Gypsy.

No one understood, though. They called her a harlot and a witch. She was accused of becharming countless men and women when in reality she was actually making their dreams and fantasies come to life.

It seemed all was lost when she was arrested by the local militia in this backwater town. Everyone was too scared of the witch to even consider releasing her, even though she offered much in exchange. She was to be judged by the local ruler, a man named Christoph von Kaltenbach, and most likely cast away if lady Luck still favored her. Some of the guards, though, spoke of tortures or even a **** sentence explaining that the margrave’s mood was dark ever since the **** of his wife. It was dark indeed but, unlike his superstitious vassals, this man was not afraid to accept Alessandra’s ‘bribes’. More than that – the margrave appreciated her devotion to the art of love, he understood her way of life and even asked her to stay offering riches and luxuries.

“I cannot stay forever, my lord” she answered then. “But I will gladly enjoy your hospitality until the day you are healed of your sorrow.”

And she taught him as best as she could, although the margrave was a difficult man, to say the least. Nevertheless she enjoyed her time in his estate. The authorities on so called morals would call it a filthy lair of sin and debauchery but for this daughter of Bacchus it was more of a playground.

Alessandra returned to her room and covered her statuesque frame beneath garments of silk. It was high time for a bit of entertainment.