Her Majesty and I had a wonderful time up North. Unfortunately she had to leave for her annual migration South almost as soon as we arrived home. This morning I awoke at 3am fetched her coffee and carried her bags downstairs. A few minutes later a taxi pulled up in front of our house and whisked her away.
Her Majesty took her time, slowly building the intensity. She whipped me patiently and methodically like a master chef preparing egg whites for a delicious souffle. Periodically I felt her cool fingers run over my burning ass cheeks as though checking to make sure her dish was well cooked. In the beginning it was hard for me to stay still. Our short single tail carries plenty of sting and thud. By the end I welcomed every stroke of her lash like a fiery kiss. I wanted it go on forever. I was flying. Eventually I heard her say; “OK that’s enough”, from somewhere far above me.
I am going to miss Her Majesty a lot. The memory of our beautiful session will nurture and sustain me while I count the days awaiting her return. Today is our 28th Wedding Anniversary.