The room was dark. Blue black shadows filled the corners and hid the furniture. Slowly he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He felt so very tired.
It had been nearly two years since he had been elected High Lord of the Guild. Two very lonesome years. Usually the fact did not bother him but tonight the years without love weighed down on him. Pushing himself away from the door with his back, he lifted his wine glass to his lips and emptied it. He knew he shouldn't have and rubbed his frowning forehead. Too much. Always too much. But if he did not drink, the dreams came… and more of these feelings as well. And who needed to feel the loneliness or the longing. The need to be with someone?
Quietly he went over to his dresser. He placed his glass carefully in front of the dark mirror and began to undress.
The sash fell to the floor. He straightened and shrugged out of the top garment. The fabric hit the floor with a soft silky sound. Then the trousers followed.
For a little while he stood motionless feeling his own nakedness. A cool draft teased his skin and produced tiny goose bumps on his skin making him shiver. He closed his eyes and began to rub his arms. At first he only did it to feel warm but then the movement changed into a slow caressing manner. He took it too far and it was the petty sensation of sheer lust that made him stop and clench his teeth. His cock was responding to his emotions as well and angrily he willed it to stop.
Creating a tiny globe light he turned to look at his reflection. He loosened his hair. In the mirror a tired naked man of twenty-seven looked back at him. His eyes were very dark. They frightened most but to him they revealed every secret – every defeat – every hurt. He narrowed them a little and instantly the dangerous serious gleam returned and he nodded to himself with a small smile playing on his lips. Yes, he could see why people would feel uncertain about his gaze.
His body was tall and slim, muscled but not overly so. He knew he was a handsome man and before he left the Guild those seven years ago he had been aware of the girls admiring his torso whenever he removed his shirt. Now – now it was just a useless sight. Normally, he didn't want to show it to anybody let alone share it with one. But tonight was just harder than usual. Tonight he needed somebody's touch. He wanted to lie down and be pampered. Be touched and caressed. Kissed and licked. Bitten and sucked. Tonight he needed someone in his bed.