A few hours later, I get home from my blissful afternoon of self care. Take Snowy for a walk for an hour and return her happily back to her mama. Feeling inspired I call my own mum.
“Hey Mum,” I smile the words as I picture my dear mum out on her porch settling into the sunset with a good book.
“Sweetheart, how are you?”
“I’m doing well, how are you, how is Ron?”
“I’m doing well, I’m still here aren’t I? And Ron, he’s still kicking.”
“Mum!” I chastise.
“Oh honey, you know what I mean. We are making the most of every day we are allowed to rent a room in this lifetime.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” We have a motto in our house that life is too short to forget to live. Nothing makes me happier than knowing they’re sticking to it and shaking off the expectation that when you get old, all fun stops.
“How are you, Sweetheart? Will you be visiting the Sunshine Coast any time soon?” Ahh Mama, she always asks, never pushes.
“I want to. I should have done these past few weeks, everything has felt a bit stale… I just didn’t realise it. But then I met this guy and he’s really put a bit of sparkle in my world again, you know?”
“Oh I know that feeling honey. When Ron came knocking, I didn’t realise and didn’t want no part of it. But he knew I needed colour back in my life before I did and he painted my world every day until I began to see for myself.”
“And I am so glad he did, Mama.” And I mean those words. Ron is a hunting, shooting, fishing non-stopmachine who took one look at my mum and decided he’d put all her pieces back together again bit by bit, day by day. It was a dark time after my dad passed, a hollow time of joyless living and hardship. We had nothing left except each other and we put one foot in front of the other every day until the pain became lighter but not gone. Ron walked into our lives four years later to fix our boiler and never left. I am not very religious but I thank God for giving us Ron. Maybe it was Dad’s way of sending us some light at the end of the tunnel. I like to believe that anyways. They’re both retired now, living a slower life on the Sunshine Coast where I like to visit and eat my body weight in home cooked meals and read more books in a week than I do in a whole year. It hurts my heart not to be honest about my lifestyle and my playmates job, but I don’t think they would understand. They’re a generation from another time. And I wouldn’t risk hurting them, ever. I know I believe in freedom of choice but that doesn’t mean the world has caught up with my views just yet, least of all the older generations.
“That you, Bumpkins?” I hear Ron shout from somewhere close to Mama. The man has never called me by my real name from the beginning. And we met when I was eighteen.
“Yes, it’s her. Ron’s got a new e-bike he wants to show you.”
And so I spend the next forty-five minutes catching up on their planned road trips, seeing Ron’s new bike and fishing rod and Mama’s new dress that she’s going to wear to her friend Pam’s wedding. When we say our goodbyes, my heart feels full. I make myself a light dinner of honey-soy chicken and salad and think about Mack. I am so looking forward to seeing him. I wonder if an early goodnight would be possible so I could see Mack sooner; 9pm couldn’t come soon enough.
ELEVEN
Sophie
Anticipation thrums through my body as the clock strikes 9pm. I undress in my bedroom, open my laptop and open the software to see Mack is already online. Damn, I could have done this sooner. I move the screen with me as I lower to the floor.
“Hi, Gorgeous,” Mack practically purrs.
“Hello yourself, Master,” I match his tone in my reply.
“Are you ready for a little show and tell?” he asks me and I nod and reply,
“What kind of show and tell?”
“The kind where you show me your toys and tell me which ones are your favourites.” His deep voice runs a shiver down my spine as he pins me with his gaze and there is a sparkle in his eyes. The realisation dawns on me he means my sex toy collection.
“I can do that,” I reply as I move towards my bedside table. I open it and pull out my box of toys. Getting back on my knees, I open the lid and hold up the array of differentcoloured vibrators and anal toys along with lube and some handcuffs. Once a playmate, always a playmate and I’m not ashamed of what brings me pleasure. I am sure as heck grateful for some of these in particular since I’ve been boyfriend-less for a while now.
“Tell me which ones are your favourites?” he asks huskily, the throatiness in his voice making me smile.
“I have a couple,” I say as I place the box on the floor in front of me. “This one,” I hold up a wand that is indented so a raised area sits perfectly on my clit. “And this one,” I hold up a handheld vibrator that rubs against my g-spot inside with an external silicone arm to rub against my clit. Double the fun, double the pleasure.
“That one, the one you’re holding with the two heads. And one more, hold the box up for me, let me see.” I do as he instructs and he points his finger towards me as if I can see where he’s pointing at. “The green plug, and the lube, take them out too please.” I do as he requests, my heart rate picking up as I realise what he has planned for us this evening.
“Have you come today?”
“No, Master,” I reply.
“Good girl.” My body reacts as pleasurably as always to those two words. “Are you able to prop this laptop on your bed so you can get more comfortable? Place it at the end of the bed, I want to see every inch of you.”
