Emancipated Emily - Interlude #3
“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement.”
"The plethora of buttholes on Twitter aught to show you just how effective mass social mind-control really is, my friend. Why, all that unregulated access to porn combined with our outlawing of sexual education... why... of course we've got our whore class right where we want them... with our fucking 'All-Nude-Barely-Legal' strip clubs on every other corner..." Emily joked, in a tone she hoped was a decent mockery of the new Texas Governor's overly worked southern accent.
"You never talk about your past..." a young man's voice remarked, from the other side of her bed.
Emily, however, didn't respond, instead she just took to once again planting little kisses along his lower stomach.
"No one knows you... not really," he groaned at the same time she took his half-hard-cock into her hot, moist mouth, instantly making it as stiff as it could possibly get.
"Some are saying..." he moaned, so pathetically Emily knew instantly the young man had been tasked with the asking. And that he wasn't gonna relent... just because she needed some playful distraction.
"Some are saying I'm not really Emily at all? That I'm just pretending to be her in order to carry on the fight? Is that it?" Emily asked as she wiped some precum off of her light pink lips.
"Something like that."
"Does it matter? I mean, really? If I'm not her, at the end of the day? If I get the job done? Or perhaps if it's the next woman who steps up that gets it done? Does it really matter? Who wins... so long as it's us - in the end?"
The man was barely thirty, but he had always taken top marks in school, so he knew he wasn't dumb.
Still... this notion of hers hadn't been something he'd put much mind to.
"I don't... well... I guess I don't know," the IT major confessed, as he took up the charge of planting a minefield of kisses all along the inside of her left thigh.
"It doesn't. Because this fight isn't about me. And it'll never be about me. That's why, from now on - I'm a ghost... the idea of a woman in power... but no one will ever know exactly who... That way..."
But Emily never finished. Instead, Ivan remarked, "That's why we walk side-by-side," as he suddenly joined the conversation, as he continued to thrust inside of Emily from behind.
"So that if one of us falls - another can pick up the slack," he growled, in a such playful way as to make Emily giggle, and then she giggled again when Ivan grabbed the newcomer by a fistful of hair and pulled him in for a long an luscious kiss.
"There are no betters here. Just us. Just us sexy rebels..."
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