Two beautiful women were waiting for me as I entered my room. Lounging in my bed, they were clothed only in the movement of candlelight, shadow, and sheet. Inviting smiles sprung up as they noticed me.

One gestured to me, a singular finger curl so sensuous, it made their nakedness pale in comparison. I took one halting step closer and then another. As I closed the distance between us, I saw that their forms were perfect and without blemish or flaw.

When I reached the side of the bed, I could hear an alarming clicking sound that seemed to mirror my rising excitement. It sounded like the scuttling of beetles across a marble floor inside my room. That thought was forgotten as soon as a pair of hot hands grabbed each of my wrists and gently pulled me into warm softness of my bed sheets.

Amidst long, hot kisses and tingling caresses that ignited the blood and made me shiver with need, the insect-like noise grew louder and louder, not from the floor as I had first thought, but from inside the women themselves.