Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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The princess dropped off, and I started off. I loved this little moment between us. In fact, I've loved this whole weekend. Even if it didn't really go as planned. But I'm getting used to her. And, even if she must think it annoys me, I like how unpredictable everything is with her. It keeps me busy. And it stimulates my creativity...for punishments! I'm becoming a better Dom and she's becoming a good submissive. Well, she's well on her way...
But, now that we're back in France, I have to concentrate on my classes too. I left my morning classes in the hands of a total incompetent. My best friend since childhood. Even though he's the person I trust most in the world... how can I put this... He's terrible at art!
I wanted to go home and take the afternoon off too. But I have to help my students. Otherwise, I couldn't complain about the quality of the papers. I can already see the disaster coming!
So I set off for college. And, to motivate myself, I put on some lively music: 24k magic- Bruno Mars.
"Jesus, hashtag bless!"
I couldn't have played it in front of Jess. If she'd seen me singing and shaking to that music, it would have been impossible to get any respect.
But here, the coast is clear! I let myself go. I'm not even bothered by the judgmental glances of motorists. As soon as I put on my sunglasses, they disappear. And if I can't see you with my sunglasses on, you're not that important.
When I arrive, I pull into the parking lot and get out. But I still need music to survive the day. So, AirPods in my ears, I get out. I like their box. I have a white one with a reproduction of the hand of God and Adam (a detail from Michelangelo's Creation of Adam). I love this work.
I was thinking of giving one to Jess too. We could have made two Angel and Stitch couple boxes. Or Mickey and Minnie. Except that my submissive one is absent-minded and "risks losing them". And she prefers headphones!
I admit I have a nice collection of those too. But for my jogging. Outside, I prefer my pods. I can pretend to listen to my students, when all I hear is Taylor Swift! Believe me, I speak from experience. And I've never been caught. Well, I might if I keep slipping on the college floor. I may put on a serious face, but my movements are not.
A quick trip to the cafeteria for a muffin and two cappuccinos. Then I head for the painting room. I like to rest there. It's the only room with a big enough desk and a super-comfortable chair. Except that, lo and behold, I can hear the most excruciating music titillating my eardrums. No matter how much I turn up the volume on my pods, it doesn't do a thing. And what's worse, I know who's responsible. Only he would listen to such carnage!
"Oh...I can't stand that guy..."
The beauties of friendship! I open the door and the sound is even worse. This lunatic is sitting on the floor. His eyes are closed and he's waving his hands like a conductor. Nice leather jacket, though!
