| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: Take Me Into Outer Space (1/4) |
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“Mmmm….ohh yeah…it’s building now. That’s it,” Sandy was thinking. “This could be the one. Keep it going…” Abruptly, Sandy fell out of her dream. SHIT, not again. Every time she came close to having an orgasm – she didn’t. Not in real life. Not even in her dreams. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. She dated lots of guys. They all had tried to please her. She thought about that time with Gary. Remembering how well he used his tongue against her body, she stretched on her mattress and sighed. He was certainly talented, taking her pink nipples between his lips, nibbling, licking – her wetness increasing at his every touch, announcing her readiness. She could almost feel his hot breath against her belly. It made her tingle all over. Tiny puffs of air, buffeting down to her thighs, his tongue reaching out to caress her in between – it should have been perfect. His head, between her legs now, his mouth exploring, stroking her, teasing her – he had shown such patience and tenderness. But then, like all the other times, she would build in her pleasure and just stop. That would be it. No big bang. No explosive release. The guys had always felt bad, like it was them not doing enough. Maybe some were the wrong guys. Maybe it was her. Sometimes, if she really liked the guy, she would fake an orgasm so he would enjoy it more. Either way, she had always spent extra time giving pleasure to her partners, almost as if it were an apology for her shortcomings. Sandy stretched and rolled over on her bed. Maybe she would fall back to sleep soon. She yawned audibly. At that moment, a very strange sensation came over her body, like a box full of ladybugs had been released upon her bare skin. It was at once both ticklish and prickly, fanning out all over her until all the hairs on her body stood on end. Her short, silky nightgown began to flutter, but there was no breeze in the room. Sandy felt suddenly light. She closed her eyes to blink. When her eyes opened, she was no longer on her bed. She was no longer in her room. Her eyes began to adjust to the brightness of the place she was in. She was seated on what seemed to be a large chair that slightly reclined backwards. It certainly was comfortable enough. In front of her was something – no, someone – but it was not exactly human. It was about six and a half feet tall, with a very high, almost cylindrical forehead, and eyes that were wide and unthreatening. Its mouth curved upwards into a kind of cute, crooked smile that, on a human man, would be considered impish and irresistible. It had skin that was medium-dark and sort of an orange-brown, with wavy brown hair framing its face. Downy hairs emerged on those body parts not covered by clothing. There were also two branched appendages where arms would have been, ending in small hollow fleshy tubes, about ten on each “hand.” This creature had no legs, as we know them, and it sort of glided over to where Sandy was sitting. “Hello, there, I am called Raieto,” he told her hesitatingly. “Please do not be afraid.” “Where am I?” Sandy asked, trying to stay calm in her new surroundings. “You are on board my transportation device. I am from a distant planet |
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Sci-fi meets erotica
