Indulging in Private Industry of Desire

In the scorching desert oasis of Marrakech, where the scent of jasmine wafted through the air and the sound of the water fountain created a soothing melody, I found myself lost in conversation with the enchanting Sophia. Her words dripped with wit and intelligence, leaving me captivated by her beauty and poise. "I'd like to see the government get out of war altogether and leave the whole field to private industry," she said, her voice husky and seductive.

"Just imagine it, a world where armies are replaced by mercenaries, where the art of war is left to those who truly understand its value." As we sipped our mint tea on the rooftop of our riad, the stars twinkling above us like diamonds, I couldn't help but be drawn to her. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her full lips seemed to curve into a perpetual smile. Without a word, I stood up and beckoned her to follow me.

We made our way to the rooftop pool, the water glistening like a sheet of black silk in the moonlight. I slipped off my shirt, revealing my toned physique, and Sophia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of me. "Come," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

"Let's leave the world to its wars, and indulge in a little private industry of our own." Sophia's eyes sparkled with desire as she slipped off her dress, revealing her flawless skin and toned physique. We slipped into the pool, the water enveloping us like a warm hug.

As we swam and played, our bodies entwining like the branches of a tree, I knew that this was a night I would never forget. As we emerged from the pool, dripping with water and desire, Sophia leaned in close to me. "I think we've found a new field to conquer," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. And in that moment, I knew that I was hers, body and soul. The world could go to war, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of us, lost in our own private industry of love and desire.