Too long a wait (Mina) - Mina's Home and Studio

He gasped for breathstill trembling.

"good is not the word. you were magnifico. And much too cruel."

He was smiling as he said so.

She smiled and stroked his face.

"Amante, cruelty like that is one of my specialties. I am glad you enjoyed it."

He chuckled.

"You are very good at it. But that is a dangerous game, lover. I do not want to hurt you. And you make me loose control like no one i know. But then that is part of the excitement isnt it?"

She purred softly.

"You have proven that the trust I have put in you is well placed. I know you would not hurt me unless it were on purpose, in a controlled fashion."

He was relaxing now, enjoying her around him, her soft flesh making the perfect pillow.

"I have to admit I enjoy control.. and loosing it on occasion. And you have a talent for lossing and taking away my control. And pain.. well, that is part of life."

She leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

"Si, I do so enjoy both losing control, and taking it from others. Perhaps losing it is the greater pleasure, but you are so very good at taking. I wanted you to feel as you make me feel so often."

He laughed.

"You make sure my taking is fairly balanced. You balance me more than others ever have. it is an interesting ... dycotomy? is that the word?"

She joined in his laughter.

"We are priest and priestess. How could we be but equals."

He kissed her at that.

"You never told me about your god..goddess."

She chuckled and pet his head.

"What, precisely, would you like to know? I told you some last time."

"How did you get connected to an Aztec god? i would have guessed.. greek maybe. I am curious."

He was now turning his head to the side and gently kissing and nuzzling the breasts he was laying on.

She gave a deep laugh.

"I am Cuban. And the God chose me."

He nodded even as his attention was on her perfect skin and the roundness of her breast.

"What was your life like, back in Cuba?"

She was not complaining about where his attention was.

"Dirty. Cramped. I did not have room to breathe. It was not until I was older, and had gone through my Chrysalis that I realized why. There is so much that has not been allowed to grow down there."

"Dreams and hopes? That type of thing?"

He was curious really, even as he breathed in the scent of her and rested his head and looked up at the ceiling.

Her fingers played down his chest, tracing patterns.

"The people have plenty of dreams, but no room to grow. So long as there can be no growth, and the people are stymied, there is no energy. There is only banality."

Something thing said..

"Your people are choked by their leaders and the water. Mine byt eh mountains.. and themselves. but in the end it comes down to the same thing. you god took you out of there? didy ou leave family behind?"

She turned so she could look down upon him.

"Si. My mother and father."

He looked up into her eyes.

"do you ever think about them, about bringing them out of that life?"

She nodded sadly.

"Si, but it would be hard."

"Laws and money? Certainly yhe rich one could do it."

She smiled and kissed him. Fast and hard.

"Si, you are a genius. I had not thought to ask."

She caught him by surprise. But she melted him a little.

"No, just a user, or i was in an other life. I always knew how to use people best."

She chuckled and turned so she was facing the ceiling, on her back.

"Oh? And did you use many like me?"

He smiled

"i dont think i have met anyone like you. ever. You are a very diferent woman. But i have used sexy little things.. if that is what you mean."