All is now quiet, the music of their love, so prominent a short time ago, is now silent. Just the sound of his heavy breathing indicative of a deep, satisfied sleep remains.
She is awake. She stops at their mirror and sees her reflection. There is a reddening silhouette forming on the delicate skin of her firm buttock. She finds the skin is now delightfully tender as she runs her fingers gently over the outline of his palm and fingers that decorate her backside.
As she admires the outline, she smiles with the thought of her satisfaction and comfort she enjoys in his love and ownership of her for all these years.
M J Davis