It was early summer morning. Sun was coming up. The see-through curtains were flying in soft breeze over my face. I get a kiss and a hug. I open my eyes. It’s Javier. He is awake and just laying there next to me in our makeshift bed on the floor. It’s a cabin in forest, by the small lake. It looks like my sauna, which is also by the lake and looks similar inside. The wooden floors, and walls, no paint, just plain Norvegian cottage look. The soft curtains don’t keep sunlight away at all. So my winning streak of sleeping twelve to fourteen hours straight in wintertime came to an abrupt end after removing the blackout curtains. I sure can win any sleeping competition. And I mean sleeping competition. Not sleeping around. I am more into quality in every aspect of the world 🙂

So Javier slips his fingers over my face, kisses me and closes my eyes with gente brush of fingers and gets up. Tells me to stay where I am and disappears. I have nothing against full service in the bed! And I sure can fulfill the order that master just gave me: stay where I am. I know it’s coming. I can hear it. Hot coffee, juice, fresh croissants from oven, some cheeses, some jam, some ham. Not espresso. But the “suitable for kids” kind, with frothy milk and whipped cream on top! Lots of cream. I hear him trotting around, I hear the coffemashine huffing and puffing. I am ready. I push the pillow away and turn on my belly. It’s hot already and it’s probably only 5 or 6 in the morning. I hear birds singing, only sounds of wind and birds. I lay there naked. It’s so hot. Too hot for any covers or even cotton sheets are too much. Can’t wait! I lul myself quietly into a new dream, curtains brushing over me in the wind again, tickling my shoulder and back like gentlest of massages on earth. Wait. Now it’s not curtains anymore!

He gently kisses my legs, slowly coming up towards my derriere with his lips barely touching my skin. Stopped right in the middle for a moment, then carried on towards the small of my back. No hurry. He reaches my hair with his hand and pulls slightly back while other hand is slowly parting my legs. There goes my breakfast! Well who wants breakfast when you get full service in other essential departments! I smile, I am winning here! He pulls my hands over my head and ties them together with something that feels like his belt. I don’t mind, I’m in for a treat it seems. And boy, am I ready! He keeps my hands on floor over my head, I have no intention of moving them but just in case he tells me not to move or else…. Hm, I might…. I suggest it could be, that I might, some moment, be a naughty girl, and that certainly requires proper punishment. I am all in for a slow morning but this is getting out of hands. I am so hungry I start begging. That’s my  punishment. He knows me well. I could sign white plain A4 this moment. He likes it, I can hear and feel when he slowly enters me. He is as hungry as I am. Fuck this breakfast. I am having dessert all day long!

He never disappoints. I wonder if it’s the freshness of the relationship or he actually can keep it up for say, years to come. He claims the round two, three, and if willing, four are coming along as we please. Oh, hell, I please! Hear the bell go in the kitchen, must be that oven. He then serves exactly the breakfast I expected, exactly the way I always wanted with hot croissants, birdsong and whipped cream not only in my coffee. He brings all in on this thingy with wheels, we sit on floor, the terrace door is wide open. No difference with the heatwave now, temperature is the same inside and outside. First croissant disappears like into the black hole. Who doesn’t love hot croissants! Javier has some of that whipped cream and I think it usually don’t have the effect on men like that but sure works on him :). So that was the start of round two he promised. Let me tell you one thing: I will always have whipped cream around in case he comes over!

Hazy morning dip into the lake turned into round three, just like he promised. I am getting a tad exhausted because I have not been doing any training of that sort for years. Lakewater is rather freezing, or as he said “refreshing”. I could bet I saw his “equipment” disappear into the abdomin due to the freezing temperatures. He claims there is no such thing possible :). Be it as it may I lay on terrace in the sun to dry and warm up. Javier brings me another lovely coffee with whipped cream. 

The beauty of these sort of secret places on earth is that there is literally nobody else around. For kilometres, for hours, you can go and see not one living soul around. And with this heat especially, not one sane person comes out of home, walks hours into the forest just to walk all the way back again. We walked for one hour to get here because there was no road anymore. Other possibility would be to use boat, but to get to the boat is still few kilometres to walk. So I lay there in the sun, drying off, it’s not cold feeling, it now is refreshing indeed. It will be more skinny dipping today if all going according to plan. And the plan is to do fuck all. I hope the “all” means me among other things.

As I hear sounds I guess Javier tidies up kitchen. I do fuck all on terrace. I drag the mattress to terrace, roll out the thingy with wheels that have our food and drinks on, and wonder if it’s too early for that bubbly rose. I doze off into wonderland of bliss, decadence, massages and rose. I don’t even move when I feel Javier rubbing the suncream on my back and legs. Protection first! I let it dry a bit and then turn around and order him to put sunscreen on my front aswell. He followed the orders well, right into round four too.

I wonder if this is how every adult is adulting. Or is it really just the first month or two, and then the everyday nasty problems take over and you end up being just like any Tony and Susan years before you and years after you. I sure would love this to continue for years. I have done it before. I think, as I have deleted all the negative bits in my life in order to remain sane, I think I did live like that in bliss for four years in one case. Or even eleven years. I am not sure. And totally out of the blue I think that maybe for men it is not bliss at all!? Serving breakfast and doing “full service” four times in a morning only. Maybe it’s a drag for men? Dunno.

I realise kitchen must be tidy and neat. It’s getting too hot outside in the sun. I must have slept for an hour or so because sun is now behind that roof edge and I suddenly wake up. I stare into heat. Can you stare into heat? I don’t know. I know I see vibration of air, like waves in the sun. I call it heat. And I see it. Could be that I was in the sun for too long. I stumble in, go to kitchen. There is nothing in order in the kitchen. It’s a mess. Chaos. I turn around, grab the beachtowel and wrap it around me. Ofcourse.

Ofcourse it was just a dream. Vivid.

Where from came Javier Bardem into my bed and kitchen, beats me. All I know he is very, and I must say VERY, well equipped and talented with his hands. And he makes mean coffee and croissants too.

Love and all,

Stay cool and hot!