Abducted by an “alien”

[Softcore] [SciFi] [Humanoid alien] [Teasing]

This might be a long read for some. If you wish to skip the backstory and go straight to the “good part”, scroll down to the the three slashes. Enjoy your read!

I take the last sip of soda from the bottle, before laying it next to me. My feet are rested on the table and I cross my arms as I lean further back. The almost distant ambiance of voices and conversations from the TV are starting to fade into a muffled, unperceivable blur of noise. I’m tired, should have gone to bed a couple hours ago, but I don’t have work tomorrow. Weekends are great, I need a break from writing about yoda bats and aardwolves. Other than the light from the screen, my room is pretty dark. With my tired eyes I can barely make out contours from the shadows around me. Any moment now, I will doze off to sleep and wake up in a few hours to the TV still playing. My eyelids start to get heavy. I don’t think much of it, don’t think much of anything frankly, half-concious as I am. The chatter from the TV-speakers is drifting away, as I’m starting to do too.

Abducted by an “alien” [MF]

[Softcore] [SciFi] [Humanoid alien] [Teasing]

This might be a long read for some. If you wish to skip the backstory and go straight to the “good part”, scroll down to the the three slashes. Enjoy your read!

I take the last sip of soda from the bottle, before laying it next to me. My feet are rested on the table and I cross my arms as I lean further back. The almost distant ambiance of voices and conversations from the TV are starting to fade into a muffled, unperceivable blur of noise. I’m tired, should have gone to bed a couple hours ago, but I don’t have work tomorrow. Weekends are great, I need a break from writing about yoda bats and aardwolves. Other than the light from the screen, my room is pretty dark. With my tired eyes I can barely make out contours from the shadows around me. Any moment now, I will doze off to sleep and wake up in a few hours to the TV still playing. My eyelids start to get heavy. I don’t think much of it, don’t think much of anything frankly, half-concious as I am. The chatter from the TV-speakers is drifting away, as I’m starting to do too.

In an alternate world, where sex is as normal as breathing…

[School, freeuse, teen(18+), facefuck, creampie, small dick, big dick]

TW: Incest

In your world, walking up to someone and just starting to fuck them is considered a lot of things: wrong, illegal, inappropriate, and very rude. Here however, it’s not. This world is idententical to yours, except for one thing. Sex is normalized. Completely normalized. And this is where our story begins.

Mia steps onto the floor and gets off her bed. She takes on her leggings, which has a big hole in the crotch area. It’s not a tear or rip in the fabric, it was produced that way at the factory. As you could imagine, when sex is seen like something as usual as breathing, it’s going to effect the clothing industry in a lot of ways. Bras? Oh the thing you put on your chest? Barely used here. Want to sell underwear? Yeah, right. You’ll make more profit as a cashier at that half-bankrupt convenience store down the block.

I woke up and found out I’m invisible… [M20]

[College] [freeuse] [ignored] [fantasy]

(My first full text I’m posting, so criticism is appreciated)

TW: mild objectification

Part 1

It’s been eight days now. It feels atrocious, weird. At first I wondered if I had died or something, but I don’t think that’s the case. Don’t really remember what happened, but now I’m here, wherever that might be.
It must be some kind of curse, I don’t know. Probably just a very, very realistic dream. That also lasts for over a week, and in which I have ten fingers, and can read perfectly.You’re probably wondering what the hell I’m talking about, I’m not going to waste more time.
I’m in some kind of spooky alternate reality, where I can interact with stuff, but people have no idea that I’m here. (Don’t worry this makes just as little sense to me as it does to you.)

Invisible [Fantasy, ignored, college, freeuse, M20]

(My first full text I’m posting, so criticism is appreciated)

TW: mild objectification

Part 1

It’s been eight days now. It feels atrocious, weird. At first I wondered if I had died or something, but I don’t think that’s the case. Don’t really remember what happened, but now I’m here, wherever that might be.
It must be some kind of curse, I don’t know. Probably just a very, very realistic dream. That also lasts for over a week, and in which I have ten fingers, and can read perfectly.

You’re probably wondering what the hell I’m talking about, I’m not going to waste more time.
I’m in some kind of spooky alternate reality, where I can interact with stuff, but people have no idea that I’m here. (Don’t worry this makes just as little sense to me as it does to you.)