loopholes for everything. He was actually worried
the person I picked would take advantage of me, but I finally convinced him it
was worth the risk, and that I’d be a good judge of character.”
She laughed humorlessly, “But apparently I made a real mess
of things.”
I shrugged, “It shouldn’t be too hard to do the same if you
stay with me. I can’t even imagine trying to treat you as property
Aisa. The thought is repellant to me. So you’re only here because
of your own decision right, he’s not planning to start an assembly line and
market any time soon?” I asked rather sharply as another thought occurred to
me.
She looked up at me, “I don’t think so, why does that matter
so much to you?”
I shook my head, “Just… still making connections.
You’re too much an independent being, it would be like slavery if you weren’t
an active participant in having yourself sold to me. The thought of a
bunch of others like you being bought and sold against their will just… really
bothered me.”
She kissed me passionately then, and had more tears in her
eyes, but I didn’t think they were tears of sadness or fear any more. It
didn’t seem like I’d done much, it was simply common decency, but apparently
she very much liked my answer. I was still confused, but I wasn’t
confused about the fact I loved her, or that she was a person. Not human
perhaps, but very much an independent, beautiful, loving woman who should have
the right to go and do what she wanted.
And she wanted me.
She whispered, “Make love to me? Please?”
I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom as she softly
and teasingly kissed my neck and caressed my body. We slowly undressed
each other before we slipped onto the bed. I was still conflicted, but at
the same time I was sure how I felt about her. I didn’t want to send her
away. The rest we could figure out, and I could fill out the damn forms
in the morning.
I made love to her that night, slow soft strokes as I
invaded her body. Every pleasurable sensation seemed heightened as we
kissed softly, and stared into one another’s eyes, as I moved in and out of her
hot moist sex with slow and gentle movements. My mind might have been in
shock, but my body knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, as I brought her
to orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last.
At this speed my stamina seemed endless, and I lost count of
her blissfully tight contractions around my manhood at eight or nine, and when
I finally lost control and filled her center, I whispered her name softly as
she encouraged me to fill her. I might have been confused, but I also
felt content as I fell asleep spooned up behind her, holding her close.
Who was I kidding, I loved her, she was everything to me,
and I’d never let her go as long as she wanted to stay…
The next day by lunchtime, it felt a lot more normal between
us. There were no more awkward silences now that the truth was out, and
although it wasn’t exactly the same, in some ways I was even closer to
her. But I knew we had to talk about something not so pleasant at
lunchtime, because I’d come to even more realizations this morning.
“Aisa? We need to talk about something, I haven’t
really told you much about my divorce, I didn’t want to talk about her.”
She tilted her head, “What is it?”
I cleared my throat, “I filled out the forms, but haven’t
sent them to your father yet. I was thinking about it last night, and I
can do what I said, I will do what I said. Set up an account for your
credit earnings so you can spend them however you want, however there’s a
wrinkle in that plan. Technically, even though I don’t want a single
credit of your money, it is mine on paper.
“Unfortunately my soon to be ex-wife is kind of a bitch, and
I doubt she would understand or care about our understanding, and she gets
thirty percent of everything I earn so… if you want to stay
the person I picked would take advantage of me, but I finally convinced him it
was worth the risk, and that I’d be a good judge of character.”
She laughed humorlessly, “But apparently I made a real mess
of things.”
I shrugged, “It shouldn’t be too hard to do the same if you
stay with me. I can’t even imagine trying to treat you as property
Aisa. The thought is repellant to me. So you’re only here because
of your own decision right, he’s not planning to start an assembly line and
market any time soon?” I asked rather sharply as another thought occurred to
me.
She looked up at me, “I don’t think so, why does that matter
so much to you?”
I shook my head, “Just… still making connections.
You’re too much an independent being, it would be like slavery if you weren’t
an active participant in having yourself sold to me. The thought of a
bunch of others like you being bought and sold against their will just… really
bothered me.”
She kissed me passionately then, and had more tears in her
eyes, but I didn’t think they were tears of sadness or fear any more. It
didn’t seem like I’d done much, it was simply common decency, but apparently
she very much liked my answer. I was still confused, but I wasn’t
confused about the fact I loved her, or that she was a person. Not human
perhaps, but very much an independent, beautiful, loving woman who should have
the right to go and do what she wanted.
And she wanted me.
She whispered, “Make love to me? Please?”
I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom as she softly
and teasingly kissed my neck and caressed my body. We slowly undressed
each other before we slipped onto the bed. I was still conflicted, but at
the same time I was sure how I felt about her. I didn’t want to send her
away. The rest we could figure out, and I could fill out the damn forms
in the morning.
I made love to her that night, slow soft strokes as I
invaded her body. Every pleasurable sensation seemed heightened as we
kissed softly, and stared into one another’s eyes, as I moved in and out of her
hot moist sex with slow and gentle movements. My mind might have been in
shock, but my body knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, as I brought her
to orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last.
At this speed my stamina seemed endless, and I lost count of
her blissfully tight contractions around my manhood at eight or nine, and when
I finally lost control and filled her center, I whispered her name softly as
she encouraged me to fill her. I might have been confused, but I also
felt content as I fell asleep spooned up behind her, holding her close.
Who was I kidding, I loved her, she was everything to me,
and I’d never let her go as long as she wanted to stay…
The next day by lunchtime, it felt a lot more normal between
us. There were no more awkward silences now that the truth was out, and
although it wasn’t exactly the same, in some ways I was even closer to
her. But I knew we had to talk about something not so pleasant at
lunchtime, because I’d come to even more realizations this morning.
“Aisa? We need to talk about something, I haven’t
really told you much about my divorce, I didn’t want to talk about her.”
She tilted her head, “What is it?”
I cleared my throat, “I filled out the forms, but haven’t
sent them to your father yet. I was thinking about it last night, and I
can do what I said, I will do what I said. Set up an account for your
credit earnings so you can spend them however you want, however there’s a
wrinkle in that plan. Technically, even though I don’t want a single
credit of your money, it is mine on paper.
“Unfortunately my soon to be ex-wife is kind of a bitch, and
I doubt she would understand or care about our understanding, and she gets
thirty percent of everything I earn so… if you want to stay
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