To fall for the allure of dark pleasure that need not be fleeting. I was Ripley in Alien 3, cringing as the drooling xenomorph closed in on my cheek. “It’s never happened to me before.” Terrible idea but my judgment was still clouded from the orgasm tsunami that soaked my panties from a mere brush of fingers. I’m the one who’s happy to follow any man home as long as he promises to keep all my holes plugged and filled with the help of his friends. You’ve hit the jackpot. And when the boy wrapped himself around my arched body, squishing my breasts with his chest, licking my tonsils with his tongue, and squeezing my ass with his mitts, I broke out of the goddam galaxy.
And I wish I could say full body contact, french kiss, and balls-deep penetration was the worst my condition could get. The eraser tip might as well have been the barrel of a loaded gun. Wearing gloves would be too suspicious, I always thought. My parents are out of town this weekend.
