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We visited Rio, Paris, London, Rome, and Barcelona on our honeymoon. Also, several other cities I’ve forgotten how to pronounce perfectly. It was glorious, and healthy.
I loved growing up in a small town, and I am proud to be a small-town girl, but now…
Now, I’m starting to feel more confident in my place in the world. I’m also feeling like a woman of the world. I can still only speak two languages, but I can fly well.
I can also dive, dance several styles, and I can sword fight.
I cook averagely, and my tennis, is terrible.
Some things I can do well, include making my man come, making him cry my name out, and making him take me hard. Just the way I like it.
I am also a good mother, and that is enough for me!
I’ve done one other thing that I’m proud of.
I’ve always been a compassionate animal lover, and I have always tried to protect animals in need. Lorenzo offered me a deal, and I finally agreed to it.
I now donate ten million a year, anonymously, but from our family. The donations go to non-profit organizations involved in protecting bald eagles, orangutans, whales, and large cats including lions, tigers and leopards.
I was even offered seats on two of the non-profit boards, of which I agreed to.
As I head south down the beach, I adjust my day pack. It is full of the best of the best from the bakery, and a mix of healthy and not so.
I lift my sunglasses, stare ahead, and slow.
A figure is jogging ahead, and it is him. I know it instantly, because I know how he moves his body, over me, on me, or behind me.
I nudge my horse on, and gracefully, we canter along the shallow waves. I notice our falcon, Saber, flying over the water near Lorenzo and I beam as I look up at him.
Lorenzo is running shirtless again, and I don’t mind. I do however know, he’ll lecture me about riding down the beach.
I have a good way of dealing with, and resolving our conflicts, and it has worked so far.
Lorenzo will lecture me in the kitchen, as he has done many times. I will bow my head in shame, and look like I’m sorry. Then, turning it on, I’ll use my big brown eyes, and I’ll ask him what a suitable punishment is.
As always, Lorenzo will shake his head, and try not to smile.
He will then tell me, for my own good, I have to be taken from behind. Or, I will have to let him fuck my mouth, and sinful lips.
I really am dreadful, and I must become a better person.
As I ride up to Lorenzo, he stops and catches his breath.
I circle him, and I toss him my day pack. He then does what we’ve done a dozen times, and as I slow near him, he vaults on behind me.
As his oversized cock slides up against my butt, I purr.
“Sleep well?”
“Si, Graci,” I say, before asking, “Voi?”
“Yes, baby.”
As Lorenzo holds my waist, we start down the beach. I start slow, but I soon have us cantering along the soft sand. As Saber streaks over the waves ahead, I see Night run from the dunes.
As we charge down the beach, my husband’s lecture starts. “Darling, most people use a station wagon.”
“I know, honey, but, we aren’t most people. We have a falcon as a pet.”
