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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.”