Precious

It was during one of my moments of nothingness called rest that I sat on the steps of the supply wagon and ate some food. A couple of the slaves were there .. T'zuri came and sat near. Chay came and was angry we were talking and not seeing to Falon. Falon was in good hands .. a healer who knew better than to endanger herself and if she did not know better? She was better off not dragging the rest of the Tribe down with her. Only the strong survive. I was not worried about Falon. She was strong and would take care of herself as she directed others to do. The rain continued to fall.

Blue told me she had her answer for me. I was wrong to think she could figure it out. She seems to over think things. Trying to find some mystical answer that seems wise and beyond mere mortal understanding. All I really wanted to know was .. what she wanted from me. She seemed offended that I would think she was the type of person to want something from me. She wanted to be different from those that merely wanted things from me. She wanted to offer me something instead. Silly female. She missed it. So simple. Women do not realize how uncomplicated we really can be. Perhaps that disappoints them .. I do not know. Raven seemed to get it .. a little. She should by now. How long has she been with me?

I have had a lot of people trying to think for me lately. I have even had a few threaten to leave the Tribe if I mated T'zuri. How silly that they would put their own selfish desires for who I sex in my furs over their own Tribe? Do they believe that threatening me in such a way will cause me to do what they want? Surely they know by now that even saying something like that makes me want to do exactly what they do not want me to do. But only to a certain extent. If I mate a woman it will be because I want to mate her not because someone did not want me to ... or want me to. But who I mate is my own business and not the Tribe's. If they are so far up my ass as to be in my furs with me while I am having sex .. it would be better if they left the Tribe. I can not live my life by the demands of others. Not when it comes to my cock and which pussy I thrust it into or for what purpose I do it.

The rest of my life is theirs to take from .. need from. I am there to listen to direct and to share. That is part of who I am. If I do not feel I have something to contribute I no longer am useful. But every man needs something that is his own. Something that no one else can have a say over or put their fingers on. Something that he alone has control of and that is precious to him. Sacred. Most men will fight to the death for this .. to keep it private and to keep it his. I am one of those men.