Enslavement
Scene I: Monday, March 15, 2004 - Trump
International Hotel and Tower, New York City, NY
I grab my keys and head for the door. I open it and
"Babe, I need to talk to you, now."
My heart accelerates as the woman I had pined for, lusted for, and sought to have in my arms once more - Marissah Whitely -
There stood Aphrodite, Athena, Diana;
and Hades;
before me.
I attempted to talk.
Sound could not depart my throat nor my lips to form words.
Before I could muster enough energy to try again, she lunged at me.
Her red, deep, crimson lips interlocked with mine, with passion, with desire, as I dropped my keys, and pushed her against the wall. I reached over and closed the door with one free hand whilst the other engaged in more, how shall one say, stimulating activities.
She let out a small moan, as she ran her hands through my hair and bit my lower lip.
Abruptly, pain surged to my lip as I pulled back and yelled.
I stood back and stared at her, wide eyed, bewildered. I touched my lip with my finger and retracted it only to see crimson of another sort, not of her lips, but of blood.
She stood leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, grinning. I showed the results of her biting to her as she laughed quietly and licked her lips.
We stood silent for another moment or so. I nodded my head slowly.
"We do need to talk."
Scene I: Tuesday, March 16, 2004 - the Bellagio, Las Vegas, NV
I groaned in pain as I rolled over in my oversized, yet incredibly comforting bed.
Estral and Unknown really pounded the shit out of Seamus and I at times last night...and my body was showing the results.
Even in victory, pain.
But the sweetest pain of all was knowing that they too were in pain, yet with the pain of having been vanquished tormenting them as well.
How very sweet indeed.
All the sweeter to open my eyes fully to see the mostly-nude body of my Lady sleeping soundly.
I smiled as I adjusted myself and sat up, to look down at her beautiful form.
I leaned down to kiss her when she suddenly awoke and lunged at me again, this time with a far more deadly weapon than biting lips:
Tickles.
"Good morning you son of a bitch!"
I yelled in horror as her fingers traced up and down my back and around my sides and waist. Surely she was evil embodied.
And just plain mean.
I had only one means of escape.
THUD.
I rolled out of bed and landed on the floor.
I grimaced slightly as she laughed and threw a pillow at me. I looked up and saw it flying through the air, like a puffy, feather-filled blimp, which landed ever so accurately, right on my head.
More laughter.
I pulled myself up back onto the bed as she slid out, wearing only a thong. How cheeky.
"I'm taking a shower, I'll be out in a few minutes," she declared.
"Can't I come along," I asked.
"Sorry, I want a quick shower, not one that's over in two seconds." She turned and grinned as she shut the door and turned on the water.
Very original. Bitch.
I got up and threw on a robe, and went to make a pot of coffee. I moved slowly and deliberately, my body now suffering results from not only the match last night, but also the added tickling onslaught and pillow abuse from one Marissah Whitely.
Marissah Whitely.
Forty-eight hours ago I would not have dreamt of this moment, that it was now reality - was astounding.
Four months seemed as if four decades, the time she was away from me.
But now it would seem that nothing shall stand between us.
Her divorce, as I learned last night, is all but finalized between herself and Sájon, the man whom I confronted in her condo all those months ago in late November.
Apparently her adultery did not quite sit well with him. Lucky for her, I'm already quite trained in that...art.
Perfect companions.
Carved from the limestone of hell.
The coffee began to percolate as I frowned.
Adultery. Lies and deception. She was guilty. And I was used.
Why had it taken an entire day for these feelings to suddenly hit me not unlike the proverbial ton of bricks.
Gone for four months, she flies back into my life and expects to be taken back.
And I open my arms immediately and take her as if nothing had happened.
Anger begins to well up inside me.
Am I this gullible and pathetic.
My thirst for coffee has subsided as I am full of venom and spite. And she would receive the brunt of it.
For the next few minutes I sit on the bed, and stare at the bathroom door, awaiting her return.
The click of the door sounds it.
She emerges, smiling, her hair soaking and dripping near her shoulders. Her skin, like white ivory, silken and perfect.
The anger and venom evaporates instantly.
"Aww what a good boy, sitting there waiting for me."
She walks up to me and kisses me gently on the forehead.
Her eyes lock with mine. And the answer becomes all too apparent. Am I this gullible and pathetic. And frankly...intoxicated and enslaved to this damnable woman.
Yes.
I grab my keys and head for the door. I open it and
"Babe, I need to talk to you, now."
My heart accelerates as the woman I had pined for, lusted for, and sought to have in my arms once more - Marissah Whitely -
There stood Aphrodite, Athena, Diana;
and Hades;
before me.
I attempted to talk.
Sound could not depart my throat nor my lips to form words.
Before I could muster enough energy to try again, she lunged at me.
Her red, deep, crimson lips interlocked with mine, with passion, with desire, as I dropped my keys, and pushed her against the wall. I reached over and closed the door with one free hand whilst the other engaged in more, how shall one say, stimulating activities.
She let out a small moan, as she ran her hands through my hair and bit my lower lip.
Abruptly, pain surged to my lip as I pulled back and yelled.
I stood back and stared at her, wide eyed, bewildered. I touched my lip with my finger and retracted it only to see crimson of another sort, not of her lips, but of blood.
She stood leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, grinning. I showed the results of her biting to her as she laughed quietly and licked her lips.
Ye shall eat the blood of no manner of
flesh: for the life of all flesh is the blood thereof: whosoever eateth
it shall be cut off.
We stood silent for another moment or so. I nodded my head slowly.
"We do need to talk."
Scene I: Tuesday, March 16, 2004 - the Bellagio, Las Vegas, NV
I groaned in pain as I rolled over in my oversized, yet incredibly comforting bed.
Estral and Unknown really pounded the shit out of Seamus and I at times last night...and my body was showing the results.
Even in victory, pain.
But the sweetest pain of all was knowing that they too were in pain, yet with the pain of having been vanquished tormenting them as well.
How very sweet indeed.
All the sweeter to open my eyes fully to see the mostly-nude body of my Lady sleeping soundly.
I smiled as I adjusted myself and sat up, to look down at her beautiful form.
I leaned down to kiss her when she suddenly awoke and lunged at me again, this time with a far more deadly weapon than biting lips:
Tickles.
"Good morning you son of a bitch!"
I yelled in horror as her fingers traced up and down my back and around my sides and waist. Surely she was evil embodied.
And just plain mean.
I had only one means of escape.
THUD.
I rolled out of bed and landed on the floor.
I grimaced slightly as she laughed and threw a pillow at me. I looked up and saw it flying through the air, like a puffy, feather-filled blimp, which landed ever so accurately, right on my head.
More laughter.
I pulled myself up back onto the bed as she slid out, wearing only a thong. How cheeky.
"I'm taking a shower, I'll be out in a few minutes," she declared.
"Can't I come along," I asked.
"Sorry, I want a quick shower, not one that's over in two seconds." She turned and grinned as she shut the door and turned on the water.
Very original. Bitch.
I got up and threw on a robe, and went to make a pot of coffee. I moved slowly and deliberately, my body now suffering results from not only the match last night, but also the added tickling onslaught and pillow abuse from one Marissah Whitely.
Marissah Whitely.
Forty-eight hours ago I would not have dreamt of this moment, that it was now reality - was astounding.
Four months seemed as if four decades, the time she was away from me.
But now it would seem that nothing shall stand between us.
Her divorce, as I learned last night, is all but finalized between herself and Sájon, the man whom I confronted in her condo all those months ago in late November.
Apparently her adultery did not quite sit well with him. Lucky for her, I'm already quite trained in that...art.
Perfect companions.
Carved from the limestone of hell.
The coffee began to percolate as I frowned.
Adultery. Lies and deception. She was guilty. And I was used.
Why had it taken an entire day for these feelings to suddenly hit me not unlike the proverbial ton of bricks.
Gone for four months, she flies back into my life and expects to be taken back.
And I open my arms immediately and take her as if nothing had happened.
Anger begins to well up inside me.
Am I this gullible and pathetic.
My thirst for coffee has subsided as I am full of venom and spite. And she would receive the brunt of it.
For the next few minutes I sit on the bed, and stare at the bathroom door, awaiting her return.
The click of the door sounds it.
She emerges, smiling, her hair soaking and dripping near her shoulders. Her skin, like white ivory, silken and perfect.
The anger and venom evaporates instantly.
"Aww what a good boy, sitting there waiting for me."
She walks up to me and kisses me gently on the forehead.
Her eyes lock with mine. And the answer becomes all too apparent. Am I this gullible and pathetic. And frankly...intoxicated and enslaved to this damnable woman.
Yes.