"Wow... could I have ever imagined that things would turn out like this when I met a 16-year-old girl who came to my intimate practices course 4 years ago?!" I exclaimed, trying to cope with the mixed emotions this moment stirred in me.
It was a warm, golden July evening.
My Muse sat across from me, nestled in a luxurious armchair by the bay window of my cozy home, and I - as always - was utterly captivated by the elegance of her presence: her playful, girlish gaze with that hint of mischief, her sensual curves barely veiled by a thin knit dress, and her velvet voice with which she gently replied:
“The Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear Catrin,” she said, with serene composure.
“Indeed, my love. Indeed.”
We laughed out loud - sharp and bright - like two girls plotting something delightfully wicked.
Of course we were both a little nervous about what lay ahead… But we both knew one thing: we wanted to open that door to Narnia.
“I’ll be there in 5 minutes,” flashed across my phone screen.
“Our guest is on his way,” I smiled. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll meet him and bring him to you.”
“Do I need to do anything?”
“Just enjoy the ride, darling. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled the tension from her body - which passed through mine in a delicate, matching shiver. Throwing a light robe over my naked body, I glanced at myself in the mirror. Eye to eye.
Yes, Catrin - this is you too. And I really like this version of you.
The door buzzer rang. Another soft shiver in my body. As if in a trance, I floated through the space to greet our guest.
“Hello, gorgeous. And happy belated birthday.”
He handed me a beautiful bouquet and kissed me gently. A warm wave rippled through my body - triggered by the rush of memories his lips awakened. This man had secured first place among my most exquisite lovers since my return to Russia. A true master of his craft - I even called him that KuniMaster.
Not the most poetic nickname, perhaps, but oh, how accurate.
I cherished our encounters. Especially the mornings when he’d arrive, thirsty, and drink my fresh morning nectar - infusing me with a sparkling current of pleasure that carried me through the entire day.
God, he was so good.
So good, in fact, that I simply couldn’t keep this diamond to myself. I had to share him - with my dearest friend.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I smiled. “I’ll put the flowers in water - head to the room. She’s waiting for you.”
“Will you be joining us?”
“I’ll be watching… Kiss me,” I said, locking eyes with him in a commanding gaze. I pulled him close and kissed him - slow, deep, delicious.