Today, 10am, I switch the key in the gate, leaving it there, just to be sure. Turn around to enter the house and I shout out loud, for everyone –in and out– to hear: “Szabadság! Szabadság!!”
Home alone with hubby. Finally after fifteen months of imposed online classes, online courses, online seminars, online exams, online verifications, online [insert-the-nonsense-here].
Early March 2020 was when I used to turn the key in the gate and disconnect from mother-bear-syndrome for a few hours. And then today!
Hubby strips his skimpy summer shorts away with a swift move of the hand and, standing in front of me, cautiously asks: “What is your plan for today?”
First, we go upstairs and make love the way I like it best. Only the two of us in an empty house, where I can scream and roar and holler around, chasing my orgasms. “Can I bring the phone and have it record from the top of the wardrobe?”
Sure do, I won’t mind that, leave it up there and come give me one. I need you inside me, I want to fully taste our Szabadság, one of the most craved-after desires.
We make love, like we always do. Only now, I have no reason to swallow my sounds, and every door in the house remains wide open. Like my legs, like my mind, like my mouth and throat filling the air with a roaring music.
Half an hour later, I tell my Fotomann: “Time to make some art now.” Ensues an hour of posing and random filming, the posing.
It’s almost 12:21 now, I finish this short blog, gotta get lunch ready and fix a couple of wasp traps with water and honey. Honey pots, as the word goes.
Scorching Szabadság day, 40 Celsius degrees outdoors, pleasantly shadowy indoors. The bell rings, my son just returned from the city. His sister is still socializing, in real life, no online work today, no stay in your room today.
Two hours and a half of Szabadság –Today!
Foot note: Szabadság means Liberty!