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Halat does move a little, but he’s adjusting his position above me as his penis probes and explores my groin area, quite obviously seeking the entrance to my vagina and his slight movements are to help it find my opening. Suddenly, it’s there; right at my labia and with what I guess is eagerness born of desperation, it surges inside me and when fully in and pressed against my cervix, expands and contracts rather quickly while it continues to explore the limits of my most private depths. The sensation drives me rigid with its intensity and a gasp of exquisite pleasure escapes my quivering lips. I want to respond but without resorting to non-human reactions, I’m pinned here and unable even to thrust back with my pelvis and hips apart from merely writhing a little. If Halat can do this just by connecting with my nervous system, I dread to think what he would do to a mortal woman when he could access her mind. How long it has been, a few seconds, a minute or an hour; I have no idea but the most mind-numbing orgasm I can ever recall having tramples my ability to think into oblivion. I need to scream, but I can’t because I can’t draw a breath. Time blurs as the peak just keeps going, on and on until my last coherent thought before oblivion descends is, I’m dying for the second time in my life. Consciousness reduces to a narrow dark tunnel with just the dimmest of lights in the distance and that’s when my memory of this encounter ceases.


Awareness when it returns is sluggish initially but hen like a light being turned on, clarity and remembrance arrives with a rush accompanied with a shiver. Did I just have sex with a being from another world I ask myself? Am I the first one from my world who has ever done that is the question that follows? I stretch my right arm out but it simply confirms what I suspected that I am alone in the bed so I open my eyes and look to confirm the discovery. Halat is silhouetted against the window, apparently looking out over the city skyline, hands clasped behind his back and apparently just contemplating the view. After swinging my legs out of bed, I instantly receive confirmation that I did indeed participate in a sexual act this evening as my inner thighs have that familiar stickiness associated post-sex. Halat hasn’t dressed and is still as naked as I remember from our intimate encounter and doesn’t react when I walk over to stand beside him; equally my gaze is fixed on the sight on the city lights. Was he a human, male, the urge within me is to reach out, wrap my arms about him and let him know how grateful I am for the pleasure he has provided but in the time spent with these Melosians, I have discovered they aren’t given to overt displays of emotion. I’ve learned that these beings do not put the same value on an intimate encounter as we are want to do here on Earth and they consider it to be a duty that the act is considered no more than procreation that will ensure the survival of their species.

“Halat,” I say softly, attempting to initiate some communication. “Thank you,” I begin to say before he speaks.

“I regret that I was unable to establish Qurhan-Solah, with you,” he says softly. “The human mind I have evaluated has the intelligence; its perceptions of logic and reasoning are sound and it possesses curiosity. The human learns quite well and has well-established problem-solving skills. It’s adaptive and innovative so I am puzzled why I failed in my attempts to cement the bond.”

“Halat, it isn’t you,” I begin to say, about to inform him that my mind is not fully organic in nature but rather is blend of artificial intelligence, electronics, magnetism and just sufficient organic matter to enable me the ability to behave completely human even if I am far from being one.

“I do understand the differences in our genealogy will always prevent conception between Melosian and human but there is no foreseeable reason that I was unable to evoke Qurhan-T’lan within you,” he mentions as if I had not spoken at all. “It is necessary to establish that bond to prepare the female’s body to accept impregnation. The female is only fertile briefly twice a year and that is one of our years, not yours so it is imperative that the duty to our species is not performed in vain.”

“Human women are on average fertile every twenty-eight days, Halat,” I inform him. “There are a few days within that cycle where the female is most fertile but sex as we call mating can happen at any time. Mating as you call it can be done in the hope of achieving successful conception but by and large, humans as a rule enjoy sex at any time simply for the pleasure it provides. Do you not feel pleasure?”

“There is a certain physical stimulus that is pleasing at the time and I admit, afterwards, there is a sense of satisfaction and fulfilment,” he mentions. “That too is pleasing.”

“Am I to assume that you’ve never mated as you call it, simply for the pleasure,” I have to ask.

“Melosians view it as a duty to our species, Dayna,” he informs me.

“Have you never been curious to simply indulge for no other reason than the pleasure it provides,” I have to ask. “From my point of view, that encounter with you I would rate as being very close to the most pleasurable intimate encounter I have ever experienced in my life. My whole body was reacting to whatever it was you were doing with your mind. I’ve never experienced that before and my arousal rose remarkable quickly almost from the first moment you touched me. If felt like my whole nervous system was tingling and I felt it in every part of my body.”
 
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“I was unsure, Dayna” Halat replies seriously. “I had the impression I was achieving something but the female response of Qurhan-Solah was missing. I was unable to establish the bond with your mind and had difficulty determining what effect I was having on you.”

“I’ll tell you what effect you had, Halat,” I reply looking up earnestly into his eyes and waiting for him to return my gaze. “You pushed my desire as high as it has ever been and more quickly than I have ever experienced previously. The actual intercourse was very different from anything I have even known previously. I don’t know your word for the male sex organ but its ability to move seemingly of its own accord is probably the most erotic experience I have ever had. I could feel it inside me, expanding, contracting, probing, caressing and stimulating to the very depths of my vagina. It was an immensely pleasurable experience for me, not just because it was unique compared to what I have experienced previously, but for the intense pleasure you provided.”

“The objective of mating is to procreate, Dayna,” he insists. “Any pleasure is incidental.”

“That’s not how humans view it, Halat,” I inform him seriously. “If you are willing, you have demonstrated how the Melosian male behaves during the mating act so are you curious to know what the female human’s capabilities are? I admit I have no concept regarding creating that bond you mentioned but our method is more of a physical than a mental activity/.”

“I admit I am curious but to trigger a Melosian male, the woman in season emits a scent than the male finds irresistible,” Halat informs me.

“So that’s what triggered you,” I reply, the realisation dawning on me. “You will probably be surprised to learn, that scent came out of a bottle.”

“That scent has faded from my senses now,” he mentions. “What do you mean, from a bottle?”

“Come with me, Halat,” I suggest, taking hold of his hand and leading him back to the bed. “Sit down and I’ll be right back.”

I know he’s curious and I hope I am able to evoke some sort of reaction in him and better yet, give him some unanticipated pleasure. With my cologne in hand, I quickly head back to the spare room to find Halat sitting right where I left him although he does turn to look at me as I walk in.

“This is where the scent originated, Halat,” I inform him, showing him the perfume bottle. “My intent was not to trigger a sexual response because frankly, I had no idea that that was the catalyst that would create the desire in you. My only intent was to smell nice and doing so is very common here on Earth. Almost every woman has a favourite cologne and truth be told, males often use some form of scent as well. You’ve probably noticed that Earth men have facial hair and most usually shave a few times a week to remove it. Afterwards, they will apply a little cologne called after-shave for the same reason we females to, to smell nice.”

“Interesting,” is his only response.

“So, are you curious to learn about human sexuality with me,” I ask. “If you need a whiff of this scent to initiate your interest, I can do that but afterwards I just want you to lie back and hopefully enjoy what will only be a purely physical experience.”

“I am curious I will admit but this is a foreign concept to me,” he replies.

“Well, shall we try and see what happens,” I ask, almost hopefully. I’ve never had any issues arousing a human male ever but I suspect that arousing Halat will tax my skills and my knowledge to the limits of my capabilities. I am also steeling myself to the fact, I may yet be unsuccessful but I’ll never know for sure unless I try. I know in my heart that failure is the more likely result and although I know it really is foolish thinking, it would bruise my ego and perhaps even my confidence. “Just relax and we’ll start slow. Do you know what a kiss is?”

“I do not, unless we have a different word for it,” he replies.

So, that being said, I ease forwards between his legs which is in fact ideal, because when he’s sitting down, his face is level with mine and slowly, I ease forward and although his mouth is quite different to the human mouth, how different I cannot say until I kiss it. I maintain eye-contact the whole time until my lips are about to touch him then slowly close my eyes and concentrate on just delivering a nice firm but not lingering kiss, just to get him used to the idea in case he is unfamiliar with this sort of intimate bodily contact. “So, that’s a kiss,” I mention, drawing back and opening my eyes. “What do you think?”

“It’s unusual,” he replies.

“Right, so how about we try again and this time, you try kissing back,” I suggest and move in for a second attempt. “Better,” I reply. “It’s always better when both people do it. Let’s try once more,” I suggest but this time I linger and put a little bit of passion into it.”
 
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Just to up the ante’, I put my arms around Halat’s neck and hold his head into my kiss making sure he receives the full effect then when he shows no sign of wanting to pull away, with soft fingers I start caressing the back of his neck and his shoulders. That has some effect and he seems to relax into my touch so I shift my kisses from his mouth to his cheeks, then to his chin, back to his cheeks and then his eye-lids. That evokes a reaction. His hands find their way behind my back and now it’s him holding me close so then, on a whim, I press my breasts against his chest. He seems to like that because his grip becomes a little firmer pulling me closer so I writhe a little, caressing his chest with mine ensuring he gets the full feeling of their firm softness.

“Feel them,” I suggest, taking hold of his arms and manoeuvring his hands onto my breasts. “Squeeze a little,” I suggest. “The nipples get sensitive too with a little attention as well,” I point out and I’m more than pleased to feel him doing just that, caressing my breasts and although tentatively at first, he soon warms to the idea and increases the attention he’s giving each one along with being firmer and more confident. “Do you like them,” I ask because I know human males find them very attractive but they are vey different in size and structure to the Melosian females breasts.

“I think so,” he replies. “They do have some appeal,” he adds, maintaining his exploratory groping. “Unusual, soft, yet firm; yes, I do like touching them.”

“Normal human sex is very physical,” I explain as I start caressing his chest and arms. “It’s about stimulating the body to prepare it for intercourse, or what you refer to as mating. This preliminary attention is known as foreplay. The idea is to create arousal. The more aroused one becomes, the more pleasurable the mating will be and humans value pleasure above all else.”

“I think I am beginning to understand,” he replies. “You don’t seem to attempt to attain Qurhan-Solah or Qurhan-T’lan, the merging of minds.

“To be honest Halat, I don’t think humans are capable of that level of mental or psychic connection as yet in our evolutionary process,” I suggest. “I got the impression that you would manage to connect with a human female and perhaps a Melosian female could achieve the same results with a human male. But as it is now, that is a concept that has so far eluded us as a species.”

“It’s difficult to imagine not being able to do it,” he mentions. “It’s been part of our procreation process for almost all of our recorded history.”

“How about we prop some pillows against the bedhead,” I suggest, moving to do so as I speak. “You get yourself comfortable and please stop trying to analyse this from a scientific point of view. Human sex is very physical in nature so just give into what you are feeling and try to enjoy it for the simple pleasures it can offer. Close your eyes and try to relax,” I further suggest.

Halat’s extraordinary height is going to be a bit of an issue but I’ll do the best I can and adapt as I go along. When he has moved up the bed and is propped up and comfortable, slowly, I straddle his torso then with both hands, hold the sides of his head and resume kissing him, his mouth, he cheeks and forehead, eyelids and even his neck. I can’t help but think about his breathing through the sides of the neck and what an extraordinary ability that would be if it comes to the point of introducing him to cunnilingus. I’m excited just thinking about it. But before we can get to that stage, he needs a better understanding of the physical and pleasure-inducing side of human sex and what it has to offer. He resumes paying my breasts attention once more so I follow my own advice and relax, just enjoying his touch which now that I am more used to his very long slender fingers and far larger hands is very pleasurable indeed. I quickly demonstrate how to trap my now very-erect nipples between two fingers while maintaining the pressure and manipulation.

“If you’d like, my nipples do like to be kissed and sucked,” I suggest and await his reaction to that little snippet of personal information.

Just to make the decision easier, I edge further up his torso until my breasts are almost touching his face and I feel rather pleased with myself when tentatively at first, he first softly kisses my right nipple before carefully sucking into his mouth. I let out a soft moan just to encourage him to keep going and he complies, increasing the strength of the suction in the most delightful manner.

“You’re a fast learner,” I mention encouragingly while adding my own source of physical stimulation by caressing his neck, shoulders, arms and back. “Your skin is delightfully smooth and feels very nice to touch,” I further add with some effort as he swaps breasts and starts worrying the left nipple with equal vigour as the right side just enjoyed.
 
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His hands have now wound around my back and he’s actually pulling me towards his warm and sensual mouth. He starts duplicating my actions, caressing my back and shoulders even down to my buttocks and he does had a rather sensual touch. It’s hard to believe that the Melosians have never explored the physical side of the sex act but I guess that’s the result of their in-grains belief that its done purely for procreation. They must not participate unless they encounter a female in season and knowing that’s only twice a year, it seems a tragic waste to me. Halat has expressive hands and a sensual mouth, regardless that it lacks lips and is smaller than the human mouth. I decide it’s now time to get serious and see if I am able to arouse him without the scent of an in-season female doing all the work. His extraordinary height mike this difficult but I ease myself down his body until my groin is positioned directly over his then start some slow rocking anf gyrations, attempting to stimulate him sufficiently to have his penis emerge from within his torso. Normally, I’d have even a male’s flaccid phallus to grind against but with the Melosian anatomy, there’s not even that to begin with. The only evidence of his sex is the small tip of his penis protruding and it’s about the size of a large coin and rises perhaps two centimetres above skin-level. I can just manage to brush the tip with my clitoris if I press down firmly. Doing so reminds me that there is another part of my anatomy he needs to know about so a gently take hold of his wrist and guide a finger between my legs and press it against my clitoris.

“Can you feel that little bump,” I ask hopefully.

“Yes, is that normal for the human female,” he wants to know.

“Yes, very much normal,” I reply. “It’s actually the most sensitive part of a woman’s sex organs,” I further add. “We call it the clitoris. Do Melosian females have anything similar?”

“I don’t know,” he replies and that floors me. “My hands are always occupied maintaining the Qurhan-T’lan connection. I’ve never even considered touching a female like this before.”

Taking hold of his long slender index finger, I proceed to rub my clitoris with it, deliberate circles, up and down as well as pressing a little at times in an attempt to teach Halat how to stimulate me. I can feel the bump of his penis twitching against my labia but mere twitching isn’t going to penetrate. I’m going to have to take this up a level if I ever hope to produce the reaction I’m trying to achieve. I have ten thousand years of their evolution and instincts to overcome and countless generations who only know one way. I start edging down his long slender legs until I can actually see the bump where the tip of his penis protrudes from his body. It’s almost surreal that there is nothing I can hold onto and stimulate like a normal human male has, even when flaccid. The tip is already slippery with my vaginal fluids and with a gentle finger-tip, I try massaging it, hoping direct stimulation will evoke a reaction. It does, but not what I’m hoping to achieve. His phallus does extend a couple of centimetres from within his groin and I try using a couple of fingers and my thumb and stroking the little I have access to. This does something because it extends a little more and to my utter surprise, it moves but not in the manner of the human male’s penis but it moves like a worm writhing all over, up, down, sideways and waving the tip around in circles as if it’s searching for something. I recall it brushing against my upper legs and my vagina when we initiated intercourse the first time but to actually see it in motion is truly an incredible sight.

I do however notice that as it emerges from within his body, the penis displays a fine patina of moisture on the exterior and my fingers quickly determine that it’s slippery, like my own vaginal secretions. No wonder sliding it inside me was so effortless because I was a long way from being aroused at the time. That mental connection the Melosians establish before intercourse must be all the foreplay they know. By the time I work myself further down his legs so my mouth is hovering over his groin, his phallus has already retracted a little with barely a couple of centimetres showing I can get my lips around. I glance up and sure enough, he’s watching me but I can’t tell if its morbid curiosity or puzzlement he’s displaying. Nothing ventured and nothing will be gained so I apply some firm suction and use my tongue to tantalise the tip hoping this will result in some growth and more phallus to work with. Again, his penis twitches then finally, it starts to lengthen and a glance up shows me that Halat is displaying a soft smile of enjoyment. A further deep suck elicits a soft moan from him and a gasp of surprise from me. As his phallus grows, it’s starting to explore the cavity of my mouth. This is almost unnerving but I was expecting something of this nature after experiencing a Melosian male’s erection and its unique capabilities. I must be doing something right because it’s still growing and starting to explore my throat.

Regardless it’s unusual to feel a man’s erection being so agile and mobile in my mouth, it is rather arousing to say the least even if that moist sheer that covers it is a little bitter in taste but not extremely so as to be unpleasant. I have managed to get a rhythm going by holding the base with one hand and moving my head up and down, maintaining the suction and using my tongue when I can. Halat’s eyes are half closed it is rewarding to know that I am at least having some effect on him. This is proving to be more difficult that I thought it would be. Melosian instincts and traditions are so focused on intercourse being the sole domain of procreation, trying to present it as a pleasurable encounter is very difficult. I’ve managed to considerably arouse myself in the process so the time has come to transition to sitting on him and seeing what sort of effect that has. I’m convinced that it is only my continuous effort that is maintaining his erection so moving will have to happen quickly. With a final tongue stimulation along the full length of his erection, I ease myself forward until I am straddling his hips, the using my hands, try to guide this now squirming and wriggling penis inside me.
 
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This is more difficult than I ever remember because I am struggling to hold it still and poised to penetrate. After a few seconds of manipulation, the tip finally finds the opening to my vagina and quickly, before it wanders off elsewhere, I lower myself onto Halat’s erection and instantly, its exploring almost every part of my womb. Damn it feels good, the most unique sexual experience I’ve ever known or could have even imagined. To match the movements, I start off just writing my hips then when I see Halat reaching to grasp the sides of my head, I know he wants to initiate his psychic bond. That would defeat the purpose of what I’m trying to demonstrate here so I catch his wrists and guide his hands on to my breasts and hold them there. Halat resists at first and I assume he’s fighting against countless millennia of instincts but I persist and change to a rising and lowering motion. Twice, his erection slips out before I manage to get the timing right, matching my movements with the expansion and contraction of his rather incredible phallus. His eyes roll shut and his hands grip my breasts harder as I hoped it would because that means he’s starting to feel pleasure from what I am providing. Whether he has to concentrate to avoid reverting to what his instincts tell him or if he’s doing so as a way to appreciate the pleasure I am convinced I am now providing but as long as it’s apparently achieving my desired result, which will do.

Lurking so close is my orgasm but I’m trying to hold off because my desire is to drive Halat to his peak and I’ll let myself go then, considering it a personal reward for having achieved what I set out to do. I know I’m have some success but Melosians aren’t ones to display emotions openly with the facial gestures being so subtle in most instances that it is very difficult to tell if they even have emotions. Halat’s eyes are closed and I know from our association that he is smiling and just can’t tell how far his arousal has progressed and not being one to suffer failure, I decide that drastic measures are called for. I access my on-board Bio-Management menu and scroll down to the selections on health then into maintenance and then into sex and reproduction. Vaginal musculature health is the option I want and on opening that, I scan the options that are now displaying in my HUD. The first item seems to offer what I want; it’s a contraction and expansion option that begins at the labia and in a ripple motion, rolls down my depths until it reaches the cervix then repeats. Sub-menu’s offer the option to set the duration of the repeats which I set at twice a second and the other option is intensity which I set initially at half strength. This should prove interesting and I focus on both his face and the strength of feeling in his hands on my breasts before I select enable then wait for what I assume will be the inevitable reaction.

It takes two seconds then he gasps and his hands tremble then his grip tightens on my breasts before a low smile crosses my face knowing he’s definitely feeling something. If he’s not then I certainly am and that orgasm I’ve been holding back is now threatening to explode within me. I have to grit my teeth and concentrate on what I am doing rather than what I am feeling or I’ll be launched into climactic ecstasy before I know it. Then there’s movement beneath me and for the first time since he laid his hands on me several hours ago, he is actually arching his pelvis up and down towards me and that is a sure sign that he has to be feeling pleasure because he’s trying to increase how much he is feeling. He’s actually trying to drive his penis into me which is extremely pleasant from my point of view but with his organ’s prehensile movements, he’s not quite achieving the success he would was it to remain still and simply solidly erect. I let that option run for a couple of minutes, pleased that it seems to be having the effect of driving both his arousal higher and the realisation that sex can indeed be a pleasure before switching modes. This time, I select a ripple effect that is intended to maintain vaginal tightness and the sensation is of a hundred shivers rolling up and down my depths and although it’s not great for enhancing my arousal when engaged solo, when there is a phallus within me, I can most definitely feel the rapid sensations coursing along his length.

Until now, I wasn’t aware that the Melosians were capable of experiencing what we humans call the shivers but he’s definitely experiencing them now and I swear, his eyes are now clenched shut rather than just closed as he concentrates on what I hope is a fast-building climax. He seems to be close, although I’m not really sure so I have one final setting I can try and will have to be content whatever the outcome. I do know I am so close to my climax, I’ll only need to think about it to explode so this effort won’t be a waste although I would relish being able to make the pleasure explosion mutual if I am able. Accessing the menu once more, I enable vibrate where all the muscles pulsate in time as rapidly as they are capable of doing being bound by the limits of being simply flesh and blood. This setting does blow my arousal sky-high so regardless if it fails to produce his climax, I will assure mine. The moment I hit enable, my knees turn to jelly and he gasps, eyes flying open and mouth agape. He almost crushes my breasts although I suspect it’s not done intentionally but rather as a reaction to what he is experiencing. This elicits a gasp of pleasurable pain from me and I recognise the initial fluttering deep within me of an orgasm’s unstoppable approach. His body has gone rigid save for his pelvis, driving upwards to meet every downwards lunge I make. We’ve managed to get in-time with our movements now and I sense although I’m not sure how that he is very close and just as my orgasm arrives, he drives upwards powerfully in what I know has to be his peak.

I maintain the rhythm, letting wave after wave of pleasure surge through my soul and some odd thought occurs to me that this would be if not the best climax I have ever experienced then at least equal to it. Halat is definitely climaxing because I can feel his ejaculate shooting inside me and after a few more down strokes, it starts to leak down my inner things. Halat is holding onto my breasts for all he is worth, matching his squeezes with the timing of his thrusts and gasping like a man drowning. I would have liked to explore his potential for cunnilingus what with his ability to breathe through the sides of his neck and not to mention what I have noticed is an extraordinarily long tongue but this time, the opportunity to do so didn’t seem to be appropriate. Perhaps if I have convinced him that sex can indeed be done for pleasure, at some future time, we might have a chance to explore the full spectrum of exchanging pleasures but for now, I am content that I have achieved my goal. The first time we had intercourse, it wasn’t obvious when his climax began or ended but this time, it’s blatantly obvious that he’s enjoying a long-lasting peak, far in excess of anything I have previously experienced with a human male. Again and again, he’s driving into me, sufficiently so that a second climax descends on me almost without warning and I’m again lost in the throes of exquisite rapture. It’s times like this that I am so grateful for my cyborg existence because the human me would have a heart beating and threatening to burst from my chest and I’d be gasping for breath equally so to match Halat’s efforts.
 
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Slowly, the movements subside and I’m content to just sit here, relishing the feeling of his erection deep inside although I do notice he’s starting to reduce in size now. His hands fall from my breasts, one arm laying across his forehead and shielding his eyes, from what I am not sure but if I am any judge of character, he looks very contented and smug to me now. I’ve never experienced a man reducing so full as to no longer be inside me because a human male, even when flaccid, I’d have to lift myself a little to break the physical connection but not with Halat. The moment his phallus retreats from within me, there’s a flow of warm ejaculate and when I do lift myself Even in the moonlight, there is sufficient light to see his ejaculate is pale blue, not the usual creamy-white colour I know. The brief thought flows that I wonder what that will do to the sheets. With a supreme effort, I lift one leg across him then edge up the bed until I am lying on my side, facing him but he hasn’t moved as yet. All I am aware of is his breathing slowly returning to normal I’m not sure of Melosian priorities but I manoeuvre myself into the crook of his arm with my head on his shoulder, hair all over his side and neck and one leg draped across him so I can press my now throbbing vagina against his hip. Slowly, his eyes open and he turns his head to look at me, his free hand grasping the one I have on his chest and he smiles.

“That was quite intense,” he mentions. “I’ve never experienced anything like it and in fact, I never imagined anything like that was even possible. Is that normal behaviour for the human woman?”

“Well, I did put a lot more effort into pleasing you than I normally have to but basically, yes,” I reply. “In most situations, it’s the male who drives the encounter but a woman is more than capable of taking the lead if she so desires. In this case, I wanted to show you that sex as we call it here on Earth is and should be a very pleasurable experience for both participants. Doing it daily is not uncommon between couples here or even more often in some cases, two, three even six times a day is not unheard of.”

“I can’t even go close to imagining that,” he responds. “Would you say, you are typical of a human female?”

“Well, I guess I should offer an explanation here,” I mention. “I’m not exactly human.”

End of Chapter.

Comments and critiques appreciated.

I know there are a couple of typos, but I just finished it and have yet to proof-read it.

Ls x
 
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