He could decide when I’d had enough then fuck me good and hard. It was just a feeling I had and I wanted it, I wanted it from him and, I wanted held...cuddled kissed and caressed after then…I wanted good hard sex. I’ve only asked one other person to do this to me. I made dinner and set things aside when he came and told me it was time to warm my backside again then followed him into the room. He was so loving, so sweet, so kind; like he was sorry he was going to spank me. Once I was over his knee. Which was fine, by the way. I'd found the whole scene very satisfying anyway. My mug of untouched cold instant coffee still stood on the window-seat next to me. I looked at it in amazement, wondering why I even bothered making those coffees in the morning. I rarely enjoyed them and never drank the whole thing anyway. It was just a habit, I guess. After a few short minutes, the cafe's owner appeared again from the cafe’s door, just to let her lover out. I leaned to get a better look at who it. When will you be here?" Aw baby, I'm on my way now, okay? I love you." I love you too," she said with a smile and then gently replaced the receiver on it's stand.Jumping up, she grabbed her purse and sprinted into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup before her love arrived. Only minutes later, she heard the doorbell and grinned to herself. Though it was a simple thing, it amused her greatly. She had her very own doorbell, in her very own apartment, and would be living with the man that she. "Read me one"I looked up quickly, the smile that played across her lips and the glint in her eyes spoke volumes and I felt myself blush as I realised she had caught me staring at her."What?" A poem, read me one, please" she said holding the book towards me."I don't know" Please"I reached for the book."This one"I looked at her and then at the page she was pointing to."That one, hmm,Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I'll not look for.