I moved to her town and rent a small, two-bedroom apartment within walking distance of her house. I work from home and use one bedroom for my office. She had a lock installed that only opens from the outside on the only exit door and has the only keys. She put a piece of tape on the window I could leave from so she can know if it's been opened. It is safe in case of an emergency. and works for her purposes.
She comes to my apartment almost every morning. I prepare a double expresso for her and have a joint ready. I make myself an espresso and we smoke breakfast together. When she is ready, I followed her to my bedroom. I disrobe and get on hands and knees on the bed, facing the headboard. The flogging begins slowly. Then faster, then harder. There comes a point difficult to put into words.
At that momentt, the flogging no longer matters. I realize clearly that I have voluntarily put myself in this position and I know I will do it again tomorrow. I feel her passion with a touch of her love and a full measure of her intent. She continues until I feel an equal measure of humility.
She rattles the lock as she leaves with never a word having been spoken. She speaks no English; I speak only passable Spanish, not enough to communicate about her morning ritual, nor needed. Even if she spoke perfect English, I don't think she would say a word.
She observes the siesta, though occasionally she skips it. She drops in whenever she wants to and I drop everything when she does. She calls in advance only if she wants to go to tell me what time to be ready. No day is ever exactly like another. It is simply our real life. She does what she wants to; I do what I am told. The only constant is our shared time in the morning.
Yesterday she and her best friend came over in the middle of the afternoon. I ****rink some beer. It's very hot here now. They spoke Spanish. I can't understand it all yet, so I didn't speak much. I don't know how much her friend knows about our relationship.
They eat late, around ten pm and she normally eats with her son. She has a live-in housekeeper. She dropped in around eleven pm. She wanted oral-service and then, after a joint and a beer, wanted to continue her orgasms with pegging. She left around one am.
She has not wanted penetration sex with me for almost three months. She said she preferred masturbation, oral sex, and pegging. She told me afterward that if my humility when we are in public continues to improve, she might want penetration sex again.
I showered, drank another beer, and went to sleep. I will see her again in the morning.
