Last updated on 2023-03-07 at 19:54 pm - Estimated reading time 00:02:57
“Still unconvinced, are you?”
Looking at all the perplexity on our faces, Irina continued.
“Could freedom be much more difficult to live than submission?”
Having instantly caught everyone’s attention, she calmly went on.
“A few years ago, when I was still a student, I was initiated by a woman.
“At the time, I was finishing my sophomore year of a bachelor’s degree and, on the occasion of a university exchange, I had gone to Spain. There, far from the noise of the city, I found accommodation with the locals, in a small village on the Costa Bianca.
“I was still very young and scatterbrained, and although the tourist season had barely begun, I was reluctantly preparing to return home. A few days before my departure, while I was returning from an evening party like only the Spaniards are capable of animating, an insane idea lit up my mind. The night was mild, and as the full moon reverberated on the calm waters of the swimming pool, I was seized by an irrepressible urge to swim. It was late, and the whole neighborhood sounded asleep, so without the slightest apprehension, I undressed and dove into the cool water.
“I’ve never been modest. However, that night was the first time I finally dared to cross the boundaries of what I considered to be reasonable at the time. Gently carried by the choppy water, I was lounging on my back, my eyes lost in the stars. All my senses were fully awake now. Never before I had felt such a feeling of freedom. Thus, the slightest rustle of leaves in the surrounding trees or the barking of a dog in the distance made me shiver as I feared that my little adventure would be discovered.
“I would have liked to stay in the water indefinitely, lulled by this nocturnal torpor, when suddenly the flash of a cigarette being lit tore the night apart. My blood froze. Before I could react, a voice called out.
“Don’t worry, it’s just me,” the voice said.
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