Better Than It Sounds

*Slurp Slurp Slurp Slurp*

I pried my eyes open and and caught sight of a brunet head of hair bobbing up and down on my dick. “Good morning?” I sighed, rubbing my eyes for insight. “Miranda?”

“Miranda?” Jasmine raised her head, and let my cock drop from her mouth. “Why the hell would it be Miranda?”

“Oooooh shit.” I hissed, looking around my bedroom. I was back home! “What that all a dream?”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“No, of course not.” I looked around the room. “What day is it?”

“Your dick tastes different.”

“I stopped drinking coffee. Are you… straight?”

“Are these blonde hairs on the bed?”

I looked back down at Jasmine, who was now Daisy, who just giggled at me, and started slurping back down on my dick.

“Aaaaaaah!”

I shot up from the couch, sporting a full and impressive hard-on, so powerful it kept my blankets from hitting the floor.

“Woah are you okay?” Miranda was sizzling something in the kitchen ,and already dressed in jeans and a blouse. “Oh my goddess.” She glared down at my manhood. “Cover yourself up.”

I sighed and sat back down on the couch, letting the whole host of blankets hide me. “Crap.” That was so realistic. I guess I was still feeling a little guilty about last night. Was it cheating if your wife never wanted to see you, and your only tool to get out of enslavement was a mysterious sex app?

“Nightmare?” Miranda popped something onto a plate, and set it on the table.

“Unclear.” I waited for my hard on to die down, and joined my host at her table. “Omelette, yum yum.”

“I thought a lot about our conversation last night. I’m going to start trying. I owe it to you, not to give up like I did.”

“Thanks for that.” I checked the app, still sitting around a cool -52. Stupid app. Stupid Brett. To think dominance was all that mattered in a relationship. Of course I could use my charm and good sense to win Miranda over. Of course. No progress had been made by me passively aggressively needling her for points, or by assaulting her friend’s wife. True progress only came when we were honest with each other. “So you’ve got a date planned for me today? Anything I need to know?”

“To keep an open mind.”

“That means stap-ons doesn’t it?”

She blushed and shook her head. “That’s a little fast for me, but I’ve heard I’m pretty good if you want to try it someday.”

“Yeah no, I heard that too last night.” I cast a look over to the bed room then back at her.

We caught each other smiling, everything almost felt like before. It was so very nearly familiar, but we did not marinate in the emotion for long. When the familiarity of our banter washed away, we both frowned and looked away to our omelettes. Which were fire.

I was starting to think she was a good cook.

When we finished up I did the dishes, and got dressed. So she could take me out on her worldwide tour of Skyros.

The place was like the god damn world’s fair, it was pretty crazy. Thetis was an equal opportunity enslaver, and collected a wide variety of women from across the world to put in her zoo. So there was a lot of culture to be enjoyed in the city of hermorrow. We visited a street fair with artists painting, and sculpting all manner of art on display. “There’s no money in Skyros, we do the jobs assigned to us, and when we’re done we’re open to explore our passions free of corporate corruption.”

Sounded good to me.

She then took me a few blocks down the way to admire the town square of the dome we were in. There was some impressive architecture and a few beautiful statues of Thetis herself, and a few of her saints handing down laws and enlightenment to the uneducated women of the world. It was all very nice. It reminded me of Sim City where you could just take your time to design how every little thing looked. I guess that’s the perk of having a city with no birthrate, and the strictest immigration policy on the planet, you can really pick where the people end up.

After our morning tour, she took me to the good ****. The food court, yell yes. This was the true reason behind Thetis **** people from every possible country. So she could have babes from around the world make her whatever she wanted. Not a bad strategy. I’ll admit. We got some Chinese, I’m a simple man. L.A Chinese, not authentic Chinese. Could have had either, but I wanted a fortune cookie.

'The Sword of **** Cuts Both Ways' It said.

Ominous

Still, that Lo Mein was greasy, and everything I wanted in the world.

We killed some time riding the monorail. They had these crazy transparent tunnels connected the several domes that sat on the sea floor. So you could ride around just admiring the alien ocean life there at the bottom of everything. Fish straight out of horror movies, and a few giant squids even. Besides the wild life, the terrain surrounding the city had been molded by Thetis like the minds of all her followers. There were frescoes carved into the side of trenches, and armies of statues portraying elaborate and interesting scenes that you could almost hear. Then there was the submersible navy of this tyrant which hover around just out of reach, looking intimidating and beautiful all at once. Whatever technology was at work in this place was alien to me, everything just glided along the water like big metal fish.

This bitch just found Atlantis, I swear.

Once we’d done the circuit Miranda led me to our final destination, and I just about dookied my pants. “Holy moly.” I marveled. “They have a beach.”

Under the heat of a marvelous looking light sat a vast swath of sand and beach, and rolling waves of water that almost went beyond sight. There was a tide that lapped at the shore, waves which crashed further out, and crabs which skittered this way and that along the sand. “I thought you’d like this one.”

“Sha.” I was barely able to keep it all in. I felt like I was at the beach. The roof of this dome was even blue, with clouds rolling across it. Though I could see a few LED’s popping in and out.

“Wanna go for a ride?” Miranda smiled and gestured over to a board shop.

Hell yeah.

Needless to say I was shooting through the tube ten minutes later. It felt good to be back in my element, the artificial waves were even half way decent. It was some wee-wee baby shit, but still a joy to ride. Miranda seemed to be enjoying herself as well. She was actually smiling, it was nice to see. At least this hadn’t been false. Of all the lies she’d fooled me with, at least the surfer chick hadn’t been one of them.

“Mmmm shit.” I sighed, laying back on my board as the waves bobbed me up and down. “That was a good day.”

Miranda laid next to me on her own board, she was holding my hand so we didn’t drift apart. “Told you so.” She purred. She felt equally exhausted I could hear it in her voice. I guess paradise wasn’t half bad when you only had to share it with one other person. “After this we’re going to shower up, and I’ve got one last surprise for you.” she squeezed my hand, fondly and looked back up to the sky.

I’d been looking at it too. They’d programmed a sun set into it and everything, and now the blue sky had turned into a lazy orange. There was just one thing missing from this scene.

A reason to leave.

What golden goddess awaited for me now on land? What stranded siren called out with the only song sweet enough to turn me from enchanting calypso? No beauty awaited me on land now. No joy. No reason to return, no Jasmine. All that was left for me now was to paddle out into the sea, and vanish. Only down here I'd just bounce of a barrier. There was no escape in Skyros. Life on the sea was freedom, but life under it was a prison.

“I want you to take me to Jasmine.” That must have been out of nowhere for Miranda. I turned towards her and gave the most serious look any man had ever given a woman.

Miranda was no chump, and gave me back an equally impressive look. “No.” Her voice had all the authority in the world, and I was almost willing to obey it, but this was my wife we were talking about.

“Miranda.”

“You’re mine Brett!” She screeched. “She doesn’t love you anymore, and I do. That’s all there is to it. Just forget about her, you’re just hurting yourself.” And her, obviously.

I sighed, and let all of my joviality and mirth that came so naturally to me drain out with my breath. Then I fixed her with that gaze again. “If you don’t let me see her tonight, you’re never going to see me again.”

That got her attention. “What do you mean, where would you go?”

I just gave a grim look at the churning ocean. “Away.”

(Miranda Hari: +20)(-33SP)