Tritonia

'I’m pressed up against the wall. Everything is like a haze. The statues are suddenly gone. It smells of sand. Ancient. Fingers are tearing off my clothes, the tight tank top and the shorts. Intruding between my legs, moving back and forth, back and forth. I’m already wet. I feel a throbbing and pulsating sensation between my thighs, and I am dripping. The fingers are moving with more force. Deeper. There is a fire inside me. A strong longing that makes me lose my breath. What am I longing for? Why? Everything is happening so quickly, and my head is spinning.'

She is on holiday in Karnak, Egypt. When the tour of the ruins is over, she runs into a man. He says he wants to show her a different, secret, temple. A temple where only women are allowed to enter. Intrigued, she follows the man, but once she is inside the mysterious temple, the doors lock. She suddenly feels hands grabbing her, tongues licking her. What is going on?’

Vanessa Salt is a pseudonym. Vanessa finds inspiration for the stories on her many travels, where hot exotic places nourish her erotic fantasies. She writes with humour about the passion that can arise when you least expect it.