One hand clapping.

Every day I wake up shower, get dressed and then spend quiet time mentally preparing for the day.  I go over my goals and what I want in the future.  Then I listen to music to put me in a great mood to face the day.  This day was preparing myself for the challenge of finding a lot of people to talk to for work.   I knew the challenge was people being gone at work while I'm looking for them during banker's hours and I knew that there was going to be a language barrier.  I was only hoping to find a few where English was strong enough I could have a good interview.   One thing I knew was that everyone on my list was part of the Hispanic community.  There were a lot of first names that I'd never seen before.

The day was a huge success.  Everyone I talked to was so welcoming and friendly.  I'm used to people being very nervous to see me and at times very intimidated.   Finding my card on your door can cause a level of anxiety.   I found people calling me and willing to drop everything to meet with me.  I found a woman who assisted in translation and ended up coming to several houses I was at.  She apparently was unofficially considered the best English speaker within this community.  The third time she showed up at a house I was at we laughed, she smiled sweetly and she said "We are tight community here."   

I've experienced living in a foreign country for two years were I had to learn the language.  My Spanish is not very good but I try.  (I'm quite certain I am a butcherer of the language.)   Through all these conversations I was having I was taken back to my time living overseas in Asia and learning Korean.  I was able to relate and we shared stories about living and learning to exist in a foreign country.   I was taken back to some of my own experiences and it was nice to relate.   Many fond memories were coming back to me with out conversations.

The people I spoke with came from a communist country and the sensitive topic we were discussing was very new to most of them.  The woman who did the translation for me said something that gave me an "Ah ha" moment.  I love those moments.  I know we all look through different lenses. It's impossible to completely see through someone else's lense but it's possible to breath, set your lense aside and catch a glimpse through someone else's.   She explained when she first came to American she understood the language but when it came to this topic she could not grasp the concept.  It was completely foreign to her and to everyone else who came from Cuba.   Wow.  It's not just the language that can be a barrier but the complete concept of the context of this subject. Wow.  Total shift of thought was happening to me.  I love these moments.   I love to be challenged and I love to be presented with totally new perspectives.

At the end of the day after the formal interviews, we could continue to talk, laugh and tell stories and share experiences.  The things I learned was how many of this community started to come for jobs during the 2007 economy crash.  They came here to this community and found great schools, very low crime, friendly people and an opportunity to raise their family in a great place.  One man explained about gangs where he was from initially in Miami and here there none and his son could enjoy his childhood.  Another woman explained how the small companies here were like families and they all took care of each other.  Another man showed me a picture of his 17 year old daughter back in Cuba and explained how he has been trying to get her to America for the last four years.  How hard must that be to spend that much time separated from immediate family?    

Oh so how does this Cuban Expresso come into play?  I live on coffee.  Mostly because of too many years of shift work.  I start and end my day with coffee an drink it nearly all day.   I love a good dark roast.   My second to last stop for the day was the most enjoyable.  Four people in the room two sisters and their husbands.  Once formal interviews were over the topics of discussion turned towards family, what it was like to come here, the family still left behind.  I also found out I have a twin in this town somewhere.  Perhaps my goal on the next trip is to find him. LOL.  I was offered my first cup ever of Cuban expresso.  When I said I've never had it the two sisters got huge smiles and excitedly went into the kitchen to prepare it.  One husband laughed and said I would be up all night.   We sat there drinking expresso and sharing more stories.   OMG!!!  It was amazing.  I'm not a coffee snob at all but I can enjoy a really good roast.  I've NEVER had an expresso that was so INCREDIBLE.   My day that I thought was going to be so challenging ended up being full of great connections, finding a vibrant amazing community that I didn't know existed and sharing in stories and experiences with some wonderful people.   

Well it's 2021 and everyone is ready for "normal".   I expect another amazing year.  Last year, yes 2020, was one of my best years ever.  Part of me feels guilty as I see so many people go through so much.  Then I realize there is no need for guilt.  I deserve the good things and changes that came.   The universe gave back to me what I wanted and I've paid my dues and then some.   When I look back at 2020 I want to say it was an amazing year and that it certainly was not even the very best among all the ones that followed.

Sir grabs your hand and pulls while grabbing the small of your back guiding you to the bedroom.  Your already getting wetter. You can feel his hand on the dimple where your back meets your ass cheeks.   You can feel every finger tip against your skin. The door opens and he guides you through. It's pleasure time.  It's time for you to pleasure your master. He stops you in front of the bed. “Tower”. You eagerly get back on your knees before him.   He removes his shirt and then the belt. The pants come down and his throbbing cock is at eye level. You so want to taste him cum again. You know how happy he is when you please him well.  It's your happy purpose.

Sir grabs your hair in the back of your head.  The firmness and strength of it gets you even wetter.   Sir guides his cock back into your mouth. You know what to do.  No hands they are still on your thighs. He speaks. “Alright my dirty whore.  Daddy's going to use you right. Like other men wish they could. Who do you belong to my very dirty sexy little whore?”.  He really plans on fucking you hard when the “Daddy” word comes out. You know all his little details. He pulls your head back from his shaft

With no hesitation you clearly declare “I'm your dirty whore Sir”.    He slides back in across your soaked tongue. You can feel him in the back of your throat.  You can feel every vein. It feels so hot to arouse Sir this well. Now with two hands he plants them on the back of your head.  He pushes until your mouth is against his abdomen and his full cock is down your throat. God you love it when he throat fucks you.  You were prepared and hold your breath. 1...2...3.. he finally pulls back out. You have grown to anticipate his desires by every micromovement of his body.  You are his. He is your Dom. Thick gobs of deep saliva drip from his cock and your lips.

“On your back!” he commands pointing to the bed.   You eagerly slid onto the bed. Sir just looks at you.  You know his eyes are soaking in every inch of your body.  He loves your curves. He knows each one better than any man ever could.   You stay for and sexy for Sir. He's got the hungry eyes. He just looks like he wants to devour you.

Sir binds your arms to the head board.  He reaches down and parts your thighs. His hands are now so warm they are almost hot against your skin.  Sir now sits on his knees between your legs.

I grab your hand and lead you down the hallway.  Once there you know what's expected. I stand and tell you to present yourself.   You start to remove your shirt. I tell you not that way today dirty girl. I sit on the bed.  “Assume the position!” I command. Your eyes very briefly meet mine. Then you lay tummy first across my lap.   I rub your bum, tight like I want it. I once again slid my fingers into your panties. I can feel that this anticipation is making you wet.     I pull your panties off. “Open your mouth dirty girl!”. I slide the wet panties into your mouth.

The spanking commences.   Slow, hard, rhythmic. You count each one and tell sir how much it hurts on a scale of one to ten.   Sir's been waiting for you to finally have a spank induced orgasm. I give you twenty. The cheeks of your bum are rosey and hot to the touch.  You can feel a tingle all the way to your face.

“Now you can present yourself!”.  You start to remove your shirt and your bra and fold them.  You leave the shoes on as you were taught. You get down on your knees.  Back straight, shoulders back, hands on thighs. Sir approaches, “commence”.   You unzip my pants and pull out my engorged cock. You love knowing you make Sir hard.   Your hands wrap around my shaft. The color on your nails matches your lipstick. You know Sir loves your lips.   You slid my cock in your mouth and run it deep into your throat briefly. Then you suck on it with eagerness until Sir says “enough”.   You know Sir wants other things right now…..

You and I are out for the night.  Per my instructions you wore a very short skirt, awesome heels and somewhat revealing top.   All night you were flirty. I like that. Other guys were eye fucking you and I really liked that.  Jealous bastards lol. At one point though you were enjoying it maybe too much. That's ok.

We drive back to my place.  Everytime I look over at those sexy legs I get turned on.  Wow can't wait to get back. We get in the door. I press you against the wall right away.  My hand holds you by the throat. I'm not squeezing. I'm holding your head and eyes in place as I look you in the eyes and say “I think you enjoyed that a little too much baby girl”.  I reach down with my other hand. I slide my fingers into your panties, and a little further penetrating you. My fingers find that perfect wetness of your juices. I pull them out and press then to your lips.  “Taste!” I order you. I slide my fingers into your mouth across your sweet tongue. I withdraw them and press my lips and yours and my tongue wrestles with yours. I then lead you down the hall. “Question is are you hot for Sir or the extra attention?   I think more the latter. Time for a spanking baby girl”