The God(dess)

Lights and years passed me by. I was falling out of the normal and straight into an episode of The Twilight Zone.

I hit the ground hard. A billow of dust flew lazily around me. It cleared to show a pair of red pumps. I looked up at two long, silky legs. Those were covered by a shiny black dress. The leather wrapped around her long torso. Hands on hips, chest out, proud: that’s what she was. Her flaming red hair was cropped close to her angel face. Her features were light, but the look on her face was something fierce.

She looked like a Goddess… And if she was, then I wanted to be the God to her Goddess.

“Who are you?”

“I’m you’re knight in shining pleather,” she grinned and held out a hand. “Get off your ass. Your dress is far too sexy for the ground.” She pulled me up and smiled.

“Are you a Goddess?”

“If that’s what you want to call me, then I’m the Lesbian God. Or Goddess,” she shrugged and smacked her candy colored lips.

The God(dess) led me ahead with a charm in the stride of those legs. I couldn’t help but follow her.