a kiss to build a dream on

Well I'd forgotten all about being angry with my red Angel. She was sitting pretty like on a fountain edge and I jumped up beside her and perched watching her tear a shard of something from her foot. Today I wanted to be Gorean ... a man, a master and I took her face and kissed her. Briefly. Her lips were nice. Now if she'd just have kept her mouth shut I would have been left with that pleasant little kiss and she would never have said something that invalidated my identity.

She said she thought I was unlike other men and she was unlike other slaves. I told her she was a Gorean slave .. how different could she be? But I on the other hand was not Gorean so .. how could I not be different? Though I did let her know she was kissable. Which she was.

She was in denial that I was not Gorean. She thinks all people from Earth become slaves. I violently cleared up her little misunderstanding and she will wear the marks of my hand for a couple of days I am sure. I assured her that not her or anyone else would ever question my freedom. Ever. I think she understood. But I still think I broke her snow globe all to hell. Here I was ready to cruise the miracle mile with her and she up and fell off the roller coaster. They make seatbelts for that. I could eat her for all her bullshit narrow minded self righteous restrained thought processes. Fucking Angel.

The beautiful person slave was there. I am not sure why she came over. I have not figured that out yet. She has come to my feet more than once but I still do not know her. She is quiet and vibrates with some kind of internal struggle I can't tune into. She watches. A lot. Struggles. A lot. During these moments though she comes in on the frequency of the white noise and I can't tell the difference. Talk about layers.

Then my little red angel went and got all female on me. Jealous .. and for what? It was her I had kissed. I suppose slaves are as much typical women as anyone and jealousy is as much a part of them as breathing and blood and nails. I didn't take it that it meant I was different than any other man in her repertoire. But I did tease her about working in a brothel and I told her as I strode away she'd look good in pierced ears. Fucking Angel. A brothel eh? Hell I might invest a dime .. or two.