It is like those dreams of flying, like in that movie with the crippled guy who replaces his identical twin. Oh, you know which one. I suppose I have dreams of flying too, although the type of flight is nowhere near as innocent. Seems like there’s something completely cool about those glowing spots and delicate stripes. I can only say that I find it erotically attractive.
Call me a freak, I don’t care. The “gun” I want to be shooting with is only a weapon of pleasure. I can hardly go to an overgrown hothouse without wanting to stretch out in the plants and wait for the blue skinned goddess-warrior to drop down on me. That, of course, won’t happen. But I can set it up for my imagination to take hold. Some exotic fragrance, a fur blanket tropical sounds over the sound system, dim the lights and let my mind take over.
Someone so much larger would surely take a passive stance, so as to not cause injury. Well, that’s how I see it, anyway. I can picture her spread out and watching curiously wondering what someone so much smaller then herself can actually do. Luckily for me, I have a larger then average cock, although it’s not so impressive when compared to her people. At least she does not laugh.
I do have something her people don’t – Skill. I know how to use what I have, and I suppose the curiosity in her eyes is enough to convince me to show her. That she understands without needing explanation. Her legs spread wide, she tilts her hips to what is the ideal angle for access. I can see the clear fluid nearly drizzling out of her already. Guess that means she finds the idea just as erotic as I do.
She’s hot, hotter then a human woman. I can feel the heat of her, even before I actually enter her, as I tease to do so. She quivers as she waits, being both eager and patient at the same time.
Her uniquely shaped hole sucks me in eagerly into a tight canal, that gives way to a short but intensely ridged wider one. Surprisingly, I think I hit her cervix on the first thrust, sending her into waves of tremors. I brace myself against the supports around us, the soft moss protecting my hands and knees from the harsh bark under it. The next thrust seems to reach into some completely alien area of her makeup. I swear, I’ve died and gone to heaven, only the angel seems to be large and blue. I thrust harder and faster, letting my instincts take over to give the maximum pleasure possible.
Sure enough, I do fly. The release is about as close to soaring as one can come to without leaving the ground. When I finally do settle, I realize that I’ve not seen Pandora, yet. My alien fleshlight comes close, though. Who would have ever thought that blue could be so damn sexy?
My Alien Sex Fantasy
Call me a freak, I don’t care. The “gun” I want to be shooting with is only a weapon of pleasure. I can hardly go to an overgrown hothouse without wanting to stretch out in the plants and wait for the blue skinned goddess-warrior to drop down on me. That, of course, won’t happen. But I can set it up for my imagination to take hold. Some exotic fragrance, a fur blanket tropical sounds over the sound system, dim the lights and let my mind take over.
Someone so much larger would surely take a passive stance, so as to not cause injury. Well, that’s how I see it, anyway. I can picture her spread out and watching curiously wondering what someone so much smaller then herself can actually do. Luckily for me, I have a larger then average cock, although it’s not so impressive when compared to her people. At least she does not laugh.
She’s hot, hotter then a human woman. I can feel the heat of her, even before I actually enter her, as I tease to do so. She quivers as she waits, being both eager and patient at the same time.
Sure enough, I do fly. The release is about as close to soaring as one can come to without leaving the ground. When I finally do settle, I realize that I’ve not seen Pandora, yet. My alien fleshlight comes close, though. Who would have ever thought that blue could be so damn sexy?