Alien Sex is Always So Satisfying
Sunday, March 19, 2006
My alien approaches me at some point in the late-evening while I’m stopped at a red light. He just opens my car and gets in the passenger side door. Which is terrifying actually because I mean, initially, I don’t REALIZE he’s an ALIEN. He looks a lot like a breathtakingly-attractive-human male, only his skin is shinier (it’s this green phosphorescent hue) and he’s naked and covered in these alien tattoos that ACTUALLY AREN’T tatoos because suddenly they UNFURL into red/orange/blue FINGER-Y protuberances and start to STROKE me (sexily) all over my body.
“I’m driving!” I tell him, but he doesn’t seem to care.
His multiplicitous hands are massaging my thighs; his formerly hidden appendages are undoing my button-fly jeans. Aliens like car-sex. I never would have guessed it, but that’s just the way it is.
“Let me DO things to you,” my alien says in this atonal sort of English.
I pull the car over at this kinda-close (slightly-romantic) view-of-the-hills-spot I know of, and ask him, “Wellll…what exactly do you want to DO?” I mean, I’m into kinky but this being is from another planet (Chiron) and I feel a boundary-laying-PRE-SEX CHAT is in order, only we don’t get that far because my alien climbs on top of me and pins my arms back, secures my legs with two of his own, and starts to erotically kiss my sunflower halter top. Only it’s more SALIVA SMEARING than kissing because there’s this fluid coming out of his mouth and it’s weird but that fluid begins to eat away the floral print of my cottonshirt material and he’s wet-kissing all over my tight denim jeans and suddenly I’m naked. My clothes are totally dissolved.
And that fluid is doing stranger things to my skin than it did to my clothes, I mean it’s LIQUID sexual tension, it’s making every pore of my body, I don’t know, DESPERATE for alien CONTACT. And suddenly my alien is fitting himself to me, he’s shrinking his body down, expanding and molding his appendages out, so that every part of me is touching every part of him and THAT’S WHEN HE DOES IT. He engages in complete, full-body, penetration. I mean literally he’s fucking me pore-to-pore. He’s fucking every inch of my lips, and my chest and my toes and YES, he’s fucking between my legs but not in a singular one-cock kind of way. NO! I’m being fucked on this…cellular level.
And it’s satisfying. Oh my god, it’s so satisfying and when I drop him off at his space ship (parked near this convenient store at the McBean Pkwy off-ramp-exit), I give him my license plate number. And I tell him if he’s ever back on earth and needs a ride that I’d be happy to drive him somewhere, and too, I’d like to engage in another human/alien fuck. And he smiles and pulls my face close to his and proceeds to give me this eyeball-to-eyeball quickie, and it’s fabulous. And later, as I’m driving down the highway naked, even though my (most favorite) Citizensjeans got Alien-salivia-disintegrated I can’t help but think it was WORTH it.
I mean: Alien sex is JUST SO SATISFYING. Indeed (sigh) INDEED it is.
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