The morning sun was surprisingly fresh, almost cool. They lay there awake, in more ways than one. Looking into each other’s eyes. Communicating in ways that no words would ever be able to describe.
There was no doubt.
There was no concern of dreams or hallucinations.
They were both absolutely aware of what had happened the night before. They were both aroused by it and by each other. She could feel the heat between her legs, the wetness soaking onto the dried stain of the visitor’s excretion.
He was hard, rock hard. Not unusual for morning wood…in the morning. But his erection was driven by lust and a desire. His prostate pulsated and he remembered the feeling on the tentacle inside him. He’d always liked anal play, he loved fingers and toys being used by all of his previous girlfriends, and his current one certainly was no prude. Nothing had ever ejaculated inside him before. He wasn’t into men, he’d certainly contemplated it at several times in his life, but it just did nothing for him. So the ejaculation had literally been alien, on several levels.
Their lust stirred the air. Again, with no words, the communication between them was both instant and constant. They tightened their embrace and began to passionately kiss. Instinctively he mounted her and pushed himself inside her. To each of them, their scent was familiar and yet also new. The creature had left its mark, and that had its own fragrance, that was unique to each of them. The same way that perfume or cologne smells differently on different people. They fucked long and hard. Maybe as hard as when they’d first met, maybe even harder. Switching control.
He would be driving himself into her from on top and then she would be riding him like a wild beast. They climaxed intensely and together. Ending in a hot and sweaty embrace.
They collapsed with their limbs still intertwined and vanished into the deepest sleep that anyone could ever imagine.
They woke in the early afternoon. Hungry and thirsty. They didn’t dress. They both got out of bed and went to the kitchen. They hunted for the same things.
Water, fresh fruit and vegetables, juice. Anything that would rehydrate them and give them natural sugar, nutrients and energy. It wasn’t by choice or preference. They craved it. They needed it.
After about twenty minutes of consuming all that they could, they returned to bed. Neither showered or needed the toilet, which they both thought of as strange. But then they felt clean and didn’t smell, and they didn’t feel like they needed to pass anything. They lay there, waiting and wondering. What would be next?
How this had forever changed their lives, their lives together and apart. Would their interstellar lover return? Would it return tonight or ever? Did they even want it to? This couldn’t be a new sense of normal, could it? It’s better to just accept that it happened and move on. Focus on themselves and how to be together after this, because of this and despite this. They seemed to be laying there for an eternity with time standing still. Waiting for something to click in and to make sense.
Time is its own master. Like when you’re falling and it slows, or when that party rushes by. When that journey takes forever or that holiday is already a memory.
Suddenly they heard that sound again. The one from the night before. This time it was clearer, or maybe just more familiar. It wasn’t so much mechanical, not as a cog and wheel. It had grace and finesse. Like an immaculately designed machine. Which is what it surely must have been. She lay there waiting. He wanted to get up and take a look. But he couldn’t move, he dare not move.
The light came. More blinding than the first time and yet they both lay there with open eyes. They could see the energy in the light. See colours, colours they’d never imagined, let alone seen before. The colours danced like excited fairies, as the light filled the room. And then the light went out. The creature stood in front of them. Looking at them. Like a familiar friend who you’ve been intimate with but never officially dated, and the friendship has endured. It clicked once. It then clicked in a pattern, several times. The clicking turned to a vibration. It’s deep black eyes, the same abyss.
Mesmerising, oddly alluring, absolutely otherworldly.
The room was both light and dark. A bluish, radiant glow. They could see and not see. Everything was in perfect clarity and yet it could vanish into pitch black. They’d forgotten how immensely impressive the creature was. Just its presence, its incredible physicality and its utter beauty. It moved toward them.
There was no fear. There was acceptance and arousal, craving and admission.
The golden mass upon its head began to flicker with the same gold, green and amber as it came to life. The tentacles shot directly towards her and pinned her down. This aroused her immensely and she arched her back and pushed up her pelvis, offering herself to it. It massaged around her body, teasing and toying with her. She was unsure if this was for her pleasure or its own. She didn’t care, it knew exactly where to pinch, where to hold, where to stroke and where to…..Her mouth, her pussy and her ass were all filled at the same time. The tentacles slid inside her and she welcomed them. They felt bigger than before.
That was amazing!
She wanted to be stretched, she wanted this thing to stretch her and to give her all the pleasure from the night before…and more. He was laying there. His cock was as hard as it could be, without literally bursting and covering everyone and everything in blood.
The creature ran its spare tentacles from the top of his head, down his face, teasingly over his lips and continued down his neck, his chest, his abdomen and then stopped. Just short of touching his cock. It lent over with the same agility and flexibility, strength and dexterity that it had displayed before. It bowed its head and parted its lips and took his cock into its mouth. Tentacles that were once titillating him held him down, held his pelvis fixed in place, as it massaged his cock with its mouth. A mouth that had similar, incredible physical qualities to… whatever you would call the organ between its legs. It seemed to wrap itself around his cock in a grip that would definitely have been painful, had it not also allowed the being freedom of movement. He was looking down at this thing as it devoured his cock, thankfully not literally devouring, but as close as you could get. He saw its bottom lip split open and a black, long, thick, tongue slide out. He never felt the pressure of the bottom lip relax from the underside of his cock. Another inexplicable physicality of this thing. The tongue squirmed between his legs before glancing at his balls as it slid into his ass.
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
This felt incredible.
He glanced over at his girlfriend and again she was in rapture. She was visibly trying to ride every wriggling limb that entered her. It seemed as though she was levitating again but, again, that may well have just been her being held up by the force of her ecstasy as she ground up or down onto every part of it that she could. She would push her pussy up into the air and then push her ass down and then crank her neck forward, chasing and craving all of them, to be deeper inside her. His own pleasure retook his focus.
The tongue expanding in his ass, expanding his ass, but so focused on his prostate. The mouth and the throat, or whatever it was, clenching and releasing in such a rapid motion and with intelligence, hunger and desire, and absolute certainty of what it was doing. He’d felt his load build several times, but again the creature knew how to control him. He was certain that despite the previous night and the sex with his lover today. The creature could make him cum in a moment, at its will. And it did. Almost by surprise, the creature relaxed its mouth after building him up for, he couldn’t recall how many times, it relaxed. Again pressing on his prostate but this time with its tongue. He exploded into its mouth.
Deliciously painful shots of cum burst forth as his cock and balls struggled with the intensity and volume of the load. His prostate was fully engaged and throbbing. The tongue pressing onto it and vibrating, milking him and milking him harder than before, and the lips and throat working his cock to suck out every last drop. He screamed as the final drips of all he had and could give were taken from him. The pain was the pleasure and the pleasure was the pain. The creature stood upright.
It seemed to glow for maybe a moment, whatever a moment is. He could barely see and could just hear the continued moans of his once exclusive lover, as this thing brought her to her, who knows how many orgasms. The being retracted all its tentacles and she dropped onto the bed. Still recovering from her final throws in the cosmos of pleasure. The creature sidestepped and bent over again. It put its head between her legs. The tentacles reanimated to spread her legs open, she had collapsed on impact and they’d slightly closed with pure exhaustion. The creature opened its mouth again. Something else came out of the mouth. Another organ, maybe? It slid into her and she squirmed as it teased the dying orgasm that danced across her nerve endings. The being had that glow to it. The silver-like sparks that had been flowing along the tentacles the night before. Maybe the entire creature had done this and he hadn’t noticed. Either way, now the whole thing was alive with this mercurial fluid or energy, or both. It pumped all of it into her. Deep into her pussy. She murmured as the last moments of pleasure exited her trembling body, carried by her vocalisation.
The creature stood.
It clicked and then vibrated.
They didn’t look at each other.
They lay, sated and yet still craving, looking at the creature.
Both knew exactly what it said.
“Conception”.
Author: jamesrowestanford
7th Kind [An extraterrestrial visitor arrives]
He lay in bed unable to sleep, the heat of the hot and sticky summer night keeping him restless. His girlfriend lying next to him somehow was able to drift into a deep slumber and seemingly had yet to wake, even once.
He’d been with her for three years now and they’d built a strong bond and had a solid and some would say experimental relationship.
He never really believed in “the one”. That was for Hollywood and romance novels.
The reality of the world and relationships, in his experience, nearly always told a different story.
He’d decided that rather than he is cheated on, or indeed be tempted to cheat again. Why not have a committed but open relationship. That seemed to be the more equal and more honest approach.
She was indeed beautiful and intelligent. Being a woman she found it far easier to find playmates than he did. But they had agreed to find a balance and always seek permission before engaging with others.
The heat of the night was oppressive. There was no way he was going to sleep tonight, well at least not very well.
A New Year’s Eve Return
(Sequel to “A Christmas Not Alone”)
Her tree and decorations were still up. Although the sherry from Christmas was long gone. She sat there again, in her apartment, still alone but this time drinking whiskey.
Not typically a lady’s drink but then she wasn’t a typical lady and to hell with all the stereotypes!
Much to her immense disappointment, her Christmas Eve visitor had not returned. It had not appeared, flitting in and out of existence as before. Well, flitting in and out of existence, until the moment it had been ever so present and ravished her. Taken her for itself while giving everything of itself to her.
And indeed it had so much to give.
Ever since that night, she’d been insatiable. Pleasuring herself at least twice a day and sometimes three times.
Always in the morning during her shower or occasional bath and always at night, sitting in her chair.
She’d sat in that chair every evening, touching herself, exploring herself. Being bolder and bolder, making herself familiar with every inch of her body. Tenderly caressing herself, pinching herself, even sliding a couple of fingers into her ass as she explored her pussy inside and out and had also come to enjoy herself.
A Christmas Not Alone
Sitting in her comfy chair, sipping sweet sherry, it finally started to feel like Christmas.
She’d had decorations up for about ten days, not many just enough, and of course a tree. To her the tree was the very heart of Christmas. She wasn’t religious at all. In fact she’d read somewhere about the tree and the gifts being part of a pagan festival or ritual or both.
A smirk spread across her face as she imagined herself as a witch.
It aroused her also, that kind of thing always did. There was an allure to the mystery and the general taboo of it.
Sipping on her sherry, she thought about how she would never usually drink this, feeling the sweet, sticky warmth glide down her throat. The sensation alone reminded her of why sherry was for Christmas. A family tradition of sorts.
But this year she sat here alone but had bought a bottle to honour the token.
As the liquid warmed her throat and the alcohol warmed her blood. Another heat grew between her legs.
She had no idea why she was so aroused. It was late on Christmas Eve and if anything she’d expected to feel a little emotional.
The Step-Sister [Chapter I (Pt4)]
He watched her as she began her brief journey up the stairs, watched each step as the muscles in her legs became taught and then softened, each step giving him a more detailed view through the slats of the bannister.
He just caught a glimpse of her panties and the distinct edge of a dark outline where the wetness had soaked in.
This caused his cock to twitch again and reminded him that he needed to clean up a little and get himself presentable before Abby came home.
She got to the top of the stairs, knowing full well that she’d never been here before but that it was a two-bedroom house and finding the spare room would not be an issue.
In fact, as she walked along the landing, two doors were open except for one. The first door was to a bathroom, she’d check that in a little while. The second was clearly to the master bedroom, she intended to be in that very soon. Finally, she arrived at the closed door.
A Night At The Movies
“You have the night to yourself.”
I have instructed you to go and have some fun without me, and I want to hear all about it tomorrow.
You have already decided to go to an adult theatre to entertain yourself.
They’re always dark and seedy and you love that. You love the filth on the walls and on the floor and in the atmosphere.
As you walk through the city, the lights and the buzz give both the nightlife and you a vibrance, you swagger down the street, your hips and booty swinging from side to side causing heads to turn.
You arrive at your destination, and the retro decor on the entrance is hardly subdued by age, glitzy and definitely tacky. You know before you even walk in that you’re going to be one of only a handful of women in there, and almost certainly the only one on her own.
That in itself will draw a lot of attention and that won’t be hard to keep as the theatre will no doubt be showing some cheap, poorly edited porn from twenty years ago that few will really be interested in.
The Step-Sister [Chapter I (Pt3)]
They stood there for a few minutes, embracing and holding each other, equally recovering from and savouring the exquisite post-orgasm intensity and profoundness.
A thin film of sweat clung to their bodies and caused the small areas of their exposed skin to stick together. Just like the undeniable and seemingly unstoppable force that pulled them to each other.
For the first time that he consciously recognised as he took a deep breath, he could smell her scent. He was sure that her perfume and natural fragrance, with added pheromones, had already been intoxicating him. But this was the first time, right now, that he noticed the salty, sweet subtleness of it fill his nostrils.
That combined with the softness of her relaxed body as it emanated its dying embers of aroused heat into him, truly was the epitome of passion, lust and dare he even think the word…love.
He took a small step back to partially separate them. Her instinct was to pull him back close but she too knew that they had to move. They both looked at each other and smiled, a knowing smile. The knowledge was that they both knew the smile revealed so much and yet concealed so much more.
The Step-Sister [Chapter I (Pt2)]
It wasn’t her usual way of speaking but the tone clearly gave away her jovial take on his obvious attempt to conceal his arousal.
She had seen and she wanted him to know that she had seen.
She half sauntered and half danced up the path toward him, carrying one small bag of luggage. Her own excitement bubbled to the surface at seeing her brother after all this time.
The taxi that had dropped her off disappeared around the corner of the next street as she stepped up to give him a hug.
She threw the bag into the house and it hit him on the way passed. She giggled and then embraced him passionately and held him close, pulling him into her. She simultaneously lent forward for what he had expected to be a kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips.
She pushed her mouth against his and instantly slid her tongue in to find his.
He thought that perhaps she would come in and they would have a coffee, nervously laugh and chat and see how things felt and if either of them mentioned their previous encounters. Some awkward conversation about if they should or shouldn’t fuck anymore, it was fun and experimental when they were younger but now they were older and had separate lives.
The Step-Sister (Pt1)
*(When she returns from college, his step-sister comes to visit his new home .*
*Somethings can never be forgotten…and somethings have to be continued…)*
The cool air was refreshing on his face as he sat next to the open window. This summer had started early and had arrived with a thick, heavy and humid heat. The afternoon air brought some comfort as he sat there, relaxed and waiting. He was waiting for his step-sister to arrive. She was coming over to see him and they hadn’t seen each other in almost a year.
She had left for college and moved into dorms and he had moved out of their family home and bought his first small house with his girlfriend.
They’d grown up together. Their respective parents had divorced quite young and then his dad had met her mother at a work conference. A few months later they’d all moved in together and had made a makeshift family…of sorts.
It wasn’t until almost 10 years later that they’d admitted and acted upon the other connection and feelings they had. That had built up over years of tease, torment and denial from them both.
Monster (Pt1) [Horror/Erotica]
*( An attempted attack at a woman’s home takes a dramatic, murderous and lustful twist…)*
Blood dripped down her arm onto the handle of the knife and then onto the blade. The flow from her own wound mixed with his.
Trembling and white with shock she moved closer. Her bare feet feeling the texture of the wooden floor beneath her steps. Her nightgown billowed around her slender frame, dancing across her petite curves, the evening light shimmering through it and creating an x-ray effect.
Had she killed him? She hoped so.
He was a predator, he was evil incarnate.
He’d defiled her body, her mind, her soul.
The shadows cast a dark cloak across his him. It was impossible to make out any details as they wrapped around his slumped form.
Did he move or was it a trick of the night?
She slowed her approach.
Tentatively, almost on tiptoe, she edged toward him.
She tightened her grip on the knife to prepare and focus her strength, and to stop the shaking.
His arm shot out and grabbed onto her delicate ankle with such force that the pain caused her to wince.