Waiting to start work.. story of my life
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Making myself something to eat for lunch and then planning on working on my brochure some more. Just 36 more days until we drive into Switzerland.
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On the way to work...hit snooze a thousand times this morning...and then finally slept right through and just got up...
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Enjoying the beauty of nature in my new hometown
Cooking dinner - Orzo with veggies and chicken.
Really sorry about your mom. My heart goes out to you and your family. You have my sympathy.
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Thank you
I appreciate it a lot.
Got done eating and now waiting for towels to dry and browsing here
Woke up from a nap in my hammock. Never realized how comfy it is
Snuggled into bed trying to read a new book sample. If only people would let me!
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Thank you
Hugs xx...terrible disease indeed, sending love
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Getting my nighty on for sweet rest
Just in my feelings and thinking about my mom a lot. Just breaks my heart daily to see her suffering and I can't do anything about it.
Waiting
Getting into my morning bath, slowly waking up.
I know its been a while since I posted any erotica but there is a valid reason for that.
My last novel featured a rather controversial topic and to be quite frank, posting from that one would have had me banned from FCN for life
Fortunately, the literary world is a little more forgiving than FCN is.
Okay, that being said, some background: This piece features an encounter between an 'Alien' male and a 'human' female (Well, she looks female)
It was learned earlier that the beings from this distant word have only known sex for procreation and have no concept of sex for pleasure. They are limited to encounters just twice a year when the female comes 'in season'. Needless to say, they or rather one of them is in for an enlightening when the heroine Dayna decides that Sex Ed 101 (Earth style) is in order.
Excerpt:
“I think I’ll head for the shower,” I mention. “It’s getting late.”
“What is a shower,” Halat wants to know and yet again, I’m reminded how different our cultures are in some areas.
“It’s probably easier to show you,” I reply then head downstairs to my bedroom then lead him into the en-suite and indicate the glass-walled shower cubicle..
“This is a shower,” I indicate the glass-walled cubicle. “It’s what most humans use to wash in.”
“On Melosia, community baths are more common,” he informs me. “It’s a place where people talk and exchange ideas and knowledge in a relaxed environment.”
“Most homes here have a shower or a bath, or both because its looked upon as a private thing,” I mention. “This apartment has three bathrooms, all with a shower plus there is another one up on the roof to wash after swimming to remove the chlorine smell,” I add. “Chlorine is a chemical we add to a pool to keep it hygienic and prevent bacteria and algae growth.”
On reaching inside the shower, I start the water flowing and adjust to my personal temperature preference and only then notice Halat is just standing there watching me. “What happens now is I undress, get under the water and wash myself clean,” I mention hoping he’ll take the hint and leave but Halat doesn’t seem to do hints very well.
If fact, I get the impression he’s simply curious to see a shower working so I undress and retaining what modesty I can by keeping my back to him, check the water and step into the cubicle. After dousing the loofa with some body-wash, I proceed to wash myself but before I have done more than my arms and shoulders, Halat turns and leaves. ‘So, it was just curiosity’, I think to myself and continue my ablutions. With myself clean, last step is to take up my laser razor and shave my legs making a mental note to remember to pack this very useful device in my toiletries bag before leaving this afternoon. Last step in the shower process is rinse the cubicle walls off, stepping out to start drying myself. In the silence, I can faintly hear the shower in the spare room running and smile gently to myself. With the towel wrapped around, I head for my dresser to add a hint of my favourite perfume, J'attendrie' before brushing my hair then deciding to go and see how Halat is faring with his first ever shower experience. I do however knock on the door on arrival simply because courtesy is ingrained into me. He replies with a pleased-sounding come in and cautiously, I open the door. First impression is that he’s taller than the glass walls by his head and shoulders but he does seem to have figured out the basics of showering. I can’t help but notice; the most obvious difference between Halat and a human male is that his penis is no more than a tiny nub in his groin.
“This quite refreshing,” Halat exclaims when he notices I’m watching him.
“Just rinse the glass of when you finish and I’ll leave a couple of towels out to dry off with,” I offer, extracting two from the closet. “I’ll wait in the bedroom for you. I know the beds are a bit short for you but I wasn’t expecting to have such a tall guest either.”
A few moments later, the running water ceases and I’m waiting to see if Halat has any last minute requests like maybe an extra blanket or pillow before I head for bed. When he enters, he’s stark naked, carrying his tunic in one hand and looking quite pleased with himself. Suddenly, he stops and his eyes narrow then every so perceptibly, the pale maroon patches on his skin start to darken and I can sense tension within him.
“Is something wrong,” I ask but he doesn’t reply and moment later, his tunic falls to the floor and he steps close to me. “What is it Halat,” I further ask. But again, there’s no reply and slowly his hands rise towards my face.
Not wanting to display apprehension so rather than stepping back as my natural inclination wants to do, I stand my ground and look into his eyes for a clue as to what thoughts are lurking there. Movement below my line of vision has me glance down and suddenly, I know what he’s thinking and judging by his attitude, planning. Where once just a small nub that I assumed was his penis was, from within his body, his organ is emerging, growing both in length and girth and to my utter astonishment, its very prehensile in its actions. It’s bending and twisting, waving back and forth, up and down and the impression is it’s seeking something. I don’t need to be a genius to realise that something has triggered Halat’s mating urge and I’m his intended target. This can’t be happening, I think to myself, Halat explained how the mating ritual works on his world and I know for a fact, I am not what he called, in season. I have my on-board bio-systems set so I don’t have periods and my menstrual cycle is supressed so it isn’t that that has triggered him. He’s not human, I remind myself but then this little voice says, but you are curious, aren’t you? I swallow my apprehensions and steel myself to play along, at least for now. I know that with the incredible strength this chassis has, I could put an end to anything I didn’t want with little or no effort. I don’t really know what I want until that is, his hands come to rest on the sides of my head, a finger on my temple, another towards the back of my head and the third just behind my ears.
It starts as a barely perceptible shiver but I quickly realise, the shiver is all over, from the soles of my feet to my scalp and along both arms. The feeling quickly grows more intense and looking back up, Halat’s eyes are closed and his face is the very image of concentration. The shivers become gooseflesh and that quickly translate to a deep and yearning feeling deep inside. I’m becoming aroused and although becoming aroused has not ever been an unpleasant experience, the rate this rush of desire is stampeding through me is almost frightening. Within ten seconds, I can honestly say, I am more turned-on now than I can ever recall being in my life previously. My vagina I realise is almost aching with frustration and for some reason I can’t even begin to imagine, I feel like crying. Halt is playing my physical self as a maestro plays a fine instrument using what I quickly realise is nothing but the power of his mind. My resolve crumbles in a wave of desire and alien or not, I could not say no now even if I wanted to. Halat must sense this because briefly, he moves his hands to lower me back onto the bed, my towel falling away in the process. Then he’s back, on top of me, hands returning to the sides of my head while he carefully adjusts the position of his body until with a start, I can feel his very animated penis probing my groin area. I remember that the Melosian female’s vaginal opening is a little further to the rear than with a human woman and I’m hoping that isn’t going to be an issue here.
Part of me is screaming this is so wrong but my fast-peaking and almost overwhelming arousal is telling that little voice in my head that it should just shut-the-fuck-up and just go with the flow. It’s not like there are going to be any consequences because for one, I’m not fertile so I’m never going to breed some hybrid off-spring. Secondly, This cyborg chassis is more than capable of stopping this encounter at any time I decide I should but for now, I and surrendering to my innate curiosity and just giving myself freely to the pleasures of the flesh. With Halat’s height, it’s a bit like being present during an eclipse because all I can see is him looming over me. His gentle fingertips never leave the sides of my head and with his elbows tending to hold my arms against my side and his long slender torso pining my legs apart, he’s unmoving and apparently totally focused on what has to be some sort of psychic connection with my flesh component. I assume that with a typical living being, the interaction would be mind to mind but my intelligence core is not a typical brain but rather a magnetically contained vacuum. It’s a metal sphere where long stranded proteins cloned from my own brain before my untimely death are contained and where everything that defines me as a person is stored; my memories, my knowledge, my consciousness and my instincts. But regardless that he will not be able to connect with my mind, he is connected to my nervous system and that is sufficient to drive my arousal sky-high.
My last novel featured a rather controversial topic and to be quite frank, posting from that one would have had me banned from FCN for life
Fortunately, the literary world is a little more forgiving than FCN is.
Okay, that being said, some background: This piece features an encounter between an 'Alien' male and a 'human' female (Well, she looks female)
It was learned earlier that the beings from this distant word have only known sex for procreation and have no concept of sex for pleasure. They are limited to encounters just twice a year when the female comes 'in season'. Needless to say, they or rather one of them is in for an enlightening when the heroine Dayna decides that Sex Ed 101 (Earth style) is in order.
Excerpt:
“I think I’ll head for the shower,” I mention. “It’s getting late.”
“What is a shower,” Halat wants to know and yet again, I’m reminded how different our cultures are in some areas.
“It’s probably easier to show you,” I reply then head downstairs to my bedroom then lead him into the en-suite and indicate the glass-walled shower cubicle..
“This is a shower,” I indicate the glass-walled cubicle. “It’s what most humans use to wash in.”
“On Melosia, community baths are more common,” he informs me. “It’s a place where people talk and exchange ideas and knowledge in a relaxed environment.”
“Most homes here have a shower or a bath, or both because its looked upon as a private thing,” I mention. “This apartment has three bathrooms, all with a shower plus there is another one up on the roof to wash after swimming to remove the chlorine smell,” I add. “Chlorine is a chemical we add to a pool to keep it hygienic and prevent bacteria and algae growth.”
On reaching inside the shower, I start the water flowing and adjust to my personal temperature preference and only then notice Halat is just standing there watching me. “What happens now is I undress, get under the water and wash myself clean,” I mention hoping he’ll take the hint and leave but Halat doesn’t seem to do hints very well.
If fact, I get the impression he’s simply curious to see a shower working so I undress and retaining what modesty I can by keeping my back to him, check the water and step into the cubicle. After dousing the loofa with some body-wash, I proceed to wash myself but before I have done more than my arms and shoulders, Halat turns and leaves. ‘So, it was just curiosity’, I think to myself and continue my ablutions. With myself clean, last step is to take up my laser razor and shave my legs making a mental note to remember to pack this very useful device in my toiletries bag before leaving this afternoon. Last step in the shower process is rinse the cubicle walls off, stepping out to start drying myself. In the silence, I can faintly hear the shower in the spare room running and smile gently to myself. With the towel wrapped around, I head for my dresser to add a hint of my favourite perfume, J'attendrie' before brushing my hair then deciding to go and see how Halat is faring with his first ever shower experience. I do however knock on the door on arrival simply because courtesy is ingrained into me. He replies with a pleased-sounding come in and cautiously, I open the door. First impression is that he’s taller than the glass walls by his head and shoulders but he does seem to have figured out the basics of showering. I can’t help but notice; the most obvious difference between Halat and a human male is that his penis is no more than a tiny nub in his groin.
“This quite refreshing,” Halat exclaims when he notices I’m watching him.
“Just rinse the glass of when you finish and I’ll leave a couple of towels out to dry off with,” I offer, extracting two from the closet. “I’ll wait in the bedroom for you. I know the beds are a bit short for you but I wasn’t expecting to have such a tall guest either.”
A few moments later, the running water ceases and I’m waiting to see if Halat has any last minute requests like maybe an extra blanket or pillow before I head for bed. When he enters, he’s stark naked, carrying his tunic in one hand and looking quite pleased with himself. Suddenly, he stops and his eyes narrow then every so perceptibly, the pale maroon patches on his skin start to darken and I can sense tension within him.
“Is something wrong,” I ask but he doesn’t reply and moment later, his tunic falls to the floor and he steps close to me. “What is it Halat,” I further ask. But again, there’s no reply and slowly his hands rise towards my face.
Not wanting to display apprehension so rather than stepping back as my natural inclination wants to do, I stand my ground and look into his eyes for a clue as to what thoughts are lurking there. Movement below my line of vision has me glance down and suddenly, I know what he’s thinking and judging by his attitude, planning. Where once just a small nub that I assumed was his penis was, from within his body, his organ is emerging, growing both in length and girth and to my utter astonishment, its very prehensile in its actions. It’s bending and twisting, waving back and forth, up and down and the impression is it’s seeking something. I don’t need to be a genius to realise that something has triggered Halat’s mating urge and I’m his intended target. This can’t be happening, I think to myself, Halat explained how the mating ritual works on his world and I know for a fact, I am not what he called, in season. I have my on-board bio-systems set so I don’t have periods and my menstrual cycle is supressed so it isn’t that that has triggered him. He’s not human, I remind myself but then this little voice says, but you are curious, aren’t you? I swallow my apprehensions and steel myself to play along, at least for now. I know that with the incredible strength this chassis has, I could put an end to anything I didn’t want with little or no effort. I don’t really know what I want until that is, his hands come to rest on the sides of my head, a finger on my temple, another towards the back of my head and the third just behind my ears.
It starts as a barely perceptible shiver but I quickly realise, the shiver is all over, from the soles of my feet to my scalp and along both arms. The feeling quickly grows more intense and looking back up, Halat’s eyes are closed and his face is the very image of concentration. The shivers become gooseflesh and that quickly translate to a deep and yearning feeling deep inside. I’m becoming aroused and although becoming aroused has not ever been an unpleasant experience, the rate this rush of desire is stampeding through me is almost frightening. Within ten seconds, I can honestly say, I am more turned-on now than I can ever recall being in my life previously. My vagina I realise is almost aching with frustration and for some reason I can’t even begin to imagine, I feel like crying. Halt is playing my physical self as a maestro plays a fine instrument using what I quickly realise is nothing but the power of his mind. My resolve crumbles in a wave of desire and alien or not, I could not say no now even if I wanted to. Halat must sense this because briefly, he moves his hands to lower me back onto the bed, my towel falling away in the process. Then he’s back, on top of me, hands returning to the sides of my head while he carefully adjusts the position of his body until with a start, I can feel his very animated penis probing my groin area. I remember that the Melosian female’s vaginal opening is a little further to the rear than with a human woman and I’m hoping that isn’t going to be an issue here.
Part of me is screaming this is so wrong but my fast-peaking and almost overwhelming arousal is telling that little voice in my head that it should just shut-the-fuck-up and just go with the flow. It’s not like there are going to be any consequences because for one, I’m not fertile so I’m never going to breed some hybrid off-spring. Secondly, This cyborg chassis is more than capable of stopping this encounter at any time I decide I should but for now, I and surrendering to my innate curiosity and just giving myself freely to the pleasures of the flesh. With Halat’s height, it’s a bit like being present during an eclipse because all I can see is him looming over me. His gentle fingertips never leave the sides of my head and with his elbows tending to hold my arms against my side and his long slender torso pining my legs apart, he’s unmoving and apparently totally focused on what has to be some sort of psychic connection with my flesh component. I assume that with a typical living being, the interaction would be mind to mind but my intelligence core is not a typical brain but rather a magnetically contained vacuum. It’s a metal sphere where long stranded proteins cloned from my own brain before my untimely death are contained and where everything that defines me as a person is stored; my memories, my knowledge, my consciousness and my instincts. But regardless that he will not be able to connect with my mind, he is connected to my nervous system and that is sufficient to drive my arousal sky-high.
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