Steam curled out from under the door to the bathroom. I opened it, greeted by the sight of a freshly drawn bath. There was a note on the stool. “Warm yourself in the water. – William.” William. The name of my saviour. Sighing with happiness, I dipped in a toe, before sliding my whole body beneath the water. I couldn’t help myself—I moaned at the warmth of it, enveloping me. The owner of the house was immeasurably kind, letting me stay. And handsome too, if memory serves. Very handsome. I felt heat spread through me that had little to do with the bath. Almost absent-mindedly my fingers were drawn between my legs. I gasped out loud, shivering as I touched myself. I lay there for a while, playing with myself innocently, enjoying the pleasure that rippled up and down my spine, bringing a rosy flush to my face. The water felt like more hands gliding all over me, touching my most private places. I was making sounds, I realised. small moans bringing myself closer and closer to the edge, imagining William’s mouth on mine, then lower, his tongue between my legs, licking my wetness from inside me, teasing me. Before I realised what was happening, I had almost come with two fingers inside me, rubbing myself in slow circles. I cried out, shivering in the water, overcome by a desire that begged to be attended to.