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#The Rumour About Eleri Girls#
Approximately 3,290 words
He was Human and she was Eleri. They were a young couple in a growingly romantic relationship. They were well experienced with each other’s alien bodies and talked often about going all the way. But there was still a detail about her sexuality that he didn’t yet know.
I am a traveling worker who wanders around the United States setting up shop in various National Parks. If it matters, I’m a fit 29 year old that has often been compared to David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor when clean cut, and Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine when in Viking mode. This last season (March to November) I was in Yellowstone, and ended up on several sexual adventures. This is one of those stories.
Waiting outside the post office to pick up my mail, I was absently petting one of the local cats and contemplating what I had just done. After a relationship of five years I had broken up with my girlfriend, and though it was a relief I was also reeling. I just wanted to gather up my junk mail and go back to my quarters in lake village.
“The owner must be an idiot,” I heard a woman with a Scandinavian accent mutter as she joined me in waiting for the post office to open, “I see bald eagles swoop over this place every day. Bye bye poo-ssie…”
I’m interested in having someone help workshop a story arc for this with me in more detail. I have a general idea for the first couple chapters but yeah, feedback would be great. Here’s the outline:
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In the year 2040, female orgasms have all but disappeared off the face of the planet. Globo-Man and his transnational corporation Globo-Corp-Solutions has poisoned most of the water supply with something called PP-22. A chemical that has given every man micro-penis. Men and women are also confined to an incredibly busy workweek (Globo-Man’s goal is to increase the 40 hour workweek to 120 hours). In addition, sexuality in culture whether through media entertainment or fashion is strongly discouraged and borderline illegal.
While in general the men’s sex drive have just decreased and withered away, women, desperately in need of a good fuck, are beginning to lose their minds, resulting in sexual crime sprees and irrational terrorist-like destruction of random property (a large portion of which is perpetrated by the mysterious, anarchist collective Pussy Xplosion)
After her description was finished Victoria’s arm cage was once again removed, however even with the lack of armed guards Victoria did not consider running away, something that we were expecting of her. While the woman returned to her seat behind the table the woman on the left got up and removed her clothes before approaching Victoria. Then the woman went on to reach out and grope Victoria’s breast, in an automatic movement Victoria went on to grab the woman’s wrist while anger burned in her eyes. The woman in the middle of the table quickly went on to press the button again and more liquid sprayed on Victoria’s tongue. Without any explanation Victoria’s mindset changed and she began to find the woman in front of her attractive, sexy even. This was unusual for Victoria, not because she had anything against women but because Victoria never had much interest in sex, yet now even in front of an audience she found it hard to look away from the woman and even felt a desire to touch her.
(If you want to skip straight to the sex, scroll down to the first break. This is a long one.)
Back in the late 90s, I thought I was a god on the nascent internet. I hung out in all the right AOL chatrooms, visited all the right websites, and sysop’d all the right BBSes in my local area. I was 18, and I’d been reading erotica text files and hosting pornographic pictures on my own BBS for years already. That plus some built-in predilections led me to know that I was into spanking.
I also didn’t have a ton of friends at college. My roommate was cool, and there were some other folks I hung out with, but by and large I spent most of my time online. And, as you did with AOL back in those days, you would see people come into a chatroom, you’d check their profile, and you’d send them a message, hoping to start a conversation.
Even back then I’d learned from other women on my local BBSes that men online were generally assholes who only asked “A/S/L” (kids, ask your parents) and treated women like crap. I tried not to be that way, and I guess it worked, because one October evening I clicked on a profile that interested me, said hello, and struck up a conversation.
So, this girl Ruby and I had been dating for about 18 months by the time this story takes place. She came from a religious, happy-clappy church-going family and was just as inexperienced as I was. We’d messed around a bit before, feeling each other up under clothes and that kinda stuff. She’d even stayed over at my place a few times before.
A bit about us: I was/am a 6ft 4in guy with a skinny frame and dark brown hair, and she was the same except only 5ft 10in. We were both kinda nerdy, could talk way into the night about horror movies or sci-fi or whatever.
Anyway, 18 months had passed before one day, while visiting my family, she whispered in my ear the words every guy wants to hear.
“I want to do *it* with you,” she said with a blush. Needless to say, I (and she, to be fair) was pretty ecstatic at the idea of us losing virginities to each other.
Cue a few weekends later, when we arranged our time. We were going to her best friend Angelica’s birthday dinner on the friday evening, along with her boyfriend at the time, and her friend-with-the-car Steven. Ruby would stay over with Angelica that evening, movie night or something, then come over to mine Saturday afternoon to sleep over.
During and after college, I worked at my neighborhood supermarket. After I graduated, it was a much more miserable experience, but you bond quickly with other employees. One of which, was a middle aged single mom that had some similar interests as me. Those interests included sex.
Off the bat, she wasn’t a cougar. Pear shaped body with a sizeable ass, not bad looking, but not exactly pretty either. She was about 17 years older than me. We shared a love of science fiction and fantasy, so we had that go on when we had smoke breaks together. She also had a really blasé attitude towards sex, and would speak casually about it when brought up.
Eventually, I got a new job, and I promised I’d keep in contact with everyone, which was a lie. She friended me on Facebook, and said to hit her up some time. She then would message me randomly, and it became apparent quickly she wanted to fuck. I always had a thing for older women, and it had been a while, so I thought, hey, why not.
Please be advised, this story contains taboo elements that may not to be the taste of all readers.
The contents of the story may not necessarily reflect the desires of the author.
Debra’s phone call from work was certainly a surprise to Virginia, the sound of the woman’s slightly exhausted tone through the phone’s speaker was both a welcome joy and a concerning worry.
“I’m fine, I promise, I just wondered if there was a doctor that you had in town that knew about your condition?”
Virginia sighed softly as she recanted her previous statement through the cell phone to her friend, “Two. Weeks. Two weeks and you call up asking about my doctor? Not, a ‘Don’t worry, I’m not hooked on drugs or out being kept against my will by some psychopath’, just ‘hey, who knows about your di-’,” Virginia stopped mid-sentence and checked to see if her office door was open. Naturally, it was closed, but still, it probably would not have mattered if it was open and her phone call was playing over the PA system since most of the office now knew about Virginia’s condition. Oddly enough, most of the office paid no mind to it, as if it were normal for most women to have a huge, floppy cock between their thighs, but luckily only one person seems to be teasing her about the incident and that happens to be Kim, the intern, who might or might not have a thing for her.