I think I could recognize each time she came. I knew she never once asked if she could or told me she was about to. She was consumed by her selfishness, and I just encouraged that. Later, we would make a game of punishing her for this. But the game would only provide a cover for her good girl idea of herself to relinquish control to her bad girl sexual beast. Interesting how we found relief and freedom in punishment.
We demonstrated no sense of time while this was all happening. We also had no sense of place for we were on the floor of the large area in a garden of the Paladar. We did not even have a sense of whether anyone was watching. The anonymity of our Cuban escapes was an encompassing feeling that protected us from all realities beyond the island.
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