Many years had passed since I last saw him, since he fucked me, beat me, humiliated me, used me as his faithful servant (the faithful part is a joke!). So many romantic memories flooded my mind when I saw him on the same sidewalk and it was obvious we were going to cross paths. I'm sure a big smile appeared on my face.

The bastard still looked as good as ever, with the same blonde hair (possibly now with the help of a stylist), every muscle in place and just as firm, and that angelic face with a devilish touch without a single wrinkle. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and I saw he had tattooed a barcode from his elbow to his wrist. I would ask him about its meaning some other time.

At my age, I no longer have instant erections but I could feel my ass starting to drip like Pepsi-Cola (sorry, I can be a bit crude at times).

The bastard has a name, Abel, who would have thought!

He jumps on me, gives me a tight hug, and whispers in my ear:

- How have you been, bitch? I missed you! I lost my phone and couldn't contact you to see you when I came to Malaga. I passed by your house several times, but you weren't there.

Me: I missed you too (the words barely came out).

We went to have coffee at the nearest bar we found to catch up on our lives, exchange phone numbers, etc. And the best part, he confirms that he is being transferred to Malaga with a permanent position… finally a government agency is doing me a favor!

He rightfully pointed out that it was also my fault for not seeing each other, for not calling him. I admitted my mistake, apologized. He said I was forgiven but that I would have to pay for it soon. I put on my fake remorseful face and replied "at your disposal", while inside, I felt a warm tingling in my stomach. Mind you, it wasn't love, it's just that the last time he gave me a fisting that went all the way in.

After informing him that I lived in the same place, we agreed that he would visit me the next morning for breakfast at my house and he ordered me to make the preparations as he had been accustomed to for so many years. I was going to have such a wank that night thinking about the next day!

Morning came. I woke up alert like I hadn't in years (I'm lazy to get up). I left the coffee maker ready to turn on when Abel entered through the door. I put the toast on the grill and prepared a table full of sweet and savory items for him to choose from. It was obvious that I would have whatever he decided for breakfast and anticipating that, I poured myself a little coffee.

I started to get aroused and he hadn't even arrived yet! (life's surprises), I didn't touch myself just in case I came prematurely.

Since my house is detached, I left the gate open and the front door open and I was also open. This seemed like the El Corte Ingles open day and I was just as happy as spending money on sales with a cashmaster who would later compensat...