The wind blows through the open window, the curtains rustle. The candles on the drawers leave a flickering shadow on the wall.
On the bed is the reason for the shadow: two people, a man and a woman, sit there, covered by nothing more than a sheet. They hold hands. Their eyes meet. Their heads get closer to each other. Their lips meet and passion erupts. They passionately kiss, running their hands over each other's naked bodies. She brings out a soft moan as his hand goes between her legs. She strokes his manhood and together they bring out soft moans. She whispers in his ear: "make love to me". He lies her down on her back. He spreads her legs and makes love to her. He makes love to her like never before. He makes her feel like a woman again. She moans and pants, sliding her hands over his sweaty chest.
Then, after hours of love making, disaster strikes...

Respect, a big thing, yet it's so hard to get.