Kepic
Your friendly neighbourhood Alien Abductor
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OOC: Okay, okay, I know the title is a little(?) corny, but I just couldn't think of anything else, really. But this is on more of a serious note, well, at least sort of. Anyone who would like to join, please contact me at either through the bulletin board mail, and I can divulge some more of the 'background' material. This is quite a long intro (I may well use it for a literotica story at some point, after refinement).
IC: Daniel Gallagher
I awoke with a groan, my head pounding initially with what felt to be a terrible, but thankfully short-lived, headache. I sat up slowly, trying to blink the darkness from my eyes, but everything remained black. I seemed to be in a lightless room, the ground beneath me soft - a matress perhaps? More importantly, however, I knew I was naked.
A brief wave of shock and fear washed over me, as I tryed to place myself, trying to remember where I had been the night before - assuming this was the morning. Vague recollections of a party came to me, but that was all.
Feeling about, I found what I thought to be the matress was instead indeed the floor - the room I was in was circular, with walls covered with the same rubbery material as the floor. Standing up, I reached up as high as I could, but could find no ceiling, imagining it just beyond my reach.
"Subject two is awake" a voice sounded from above, a gentle feminine voice that held a strange warmth to it. Immediately thereafter, I heard a click, and the room was abrubtly bathed in bright light from somewhere above, making me raise my hands to ward off the sudden glare and squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me!" I shouted, trying to cover myself with one arm and shield my eyes with the other.
"Begin alteration sequence" the voice said. "Your questions will be answered later. Lower photon emissions by eighty-six percent, his retina won't be able to cope with the current level until the adjustments have been completed."
"Alteration sequence? What are you doing to me?" I shouted out aloud. The light dropped to a more comfortable level, and I lowered the arm I had lifted to cover my eyes. The room was, as I had surmised, circular, and about three metres in diameter, walls and floor were covered with a rubbery padding that was a deep green in colour. The ceiling was some two metres above me, and looked to be of glass or clear plastic, the light shining down through it.
"Begin stage one of sequence."
At that, I glanced down, feeling a dampness about my feet. A bluish fluid was seeping into the room, rising quickly. I glanced around, looking for handholds that I knew didn't exist to try and raise myself above the surface of the liquid.
I looked down again, seeing the liquid seemed to be not just rising around the room in general, but crawling upwards over my skin. By the time the general level of the liquid in the room was at my knees, I found myself covered to the waist in a thin sheen of the stuff, my skin tingling where it touched me.
"What is this stuff?" I shouted, "stop this! please!"
That please! was the last word I managed to call out before the liquid had covered my face, and began pouring into my mouth. A sudden dizziness made me feel like I was going to pass out - something that perhaps would be a good thing in the situation - but it was not in fact an unpleasant feeling. It was like floating in warm water, and quite soothing, and though I felt mentally in no state to relax at present, my body seemed to slouch inspite of my still panicked thoughts. I could feel the stuff coating my insides, filling my lungs, my stomach, into my nostrils and ears, and over and behind my eyes, making everything take on a bluish hint.
"Subject is now fully immersed, beginning stage two of sequence."
I began to feel a slight, pulsating sensation on my skin, or rather in fact through my whole body. It began to build, each pulse coming quicker than the last, until it almost felt like I was going to be shook apart.
"Stage two complete" said the voice as the pulses suddenly stopped. "Beginning final stage now."
The majority of the fluid quickly drained away again, though I found myself still covered in a fine film of the bluish liquid. I tried to speak, but only a faint gargling noise came up out of my throat.
"Do not try to converse yet, before the sequence is complete, it may damage your vocal cords."
I was too busy staring down at my hands to pay much heed to the voice now, though, for the covering of blue liquid now seemed to be quickly drying out, flaking away in specks.
"Alteration sequence complete. Subject two is prepared. Remove current subject from alteration chamber, then prep subject three."
"What have you done to me?" I said, my voice sounding out strangely clear and powerful, as I looked myself over. As far as I could tell by looking, nothing had been done. But, I felt good. To say that I felt I could run a marathon ten times over would be an understatement. I just felt bursting with energy.
A previously-unseen door opened in the wall, opening up in a kind of swirling circle, then a figure stepped through.
A very shapely figure, in fact. A woman, wearing a once-piece, skin-tight fitting suit, which covered her from a high neckline to her toes. It was made of shiny black material, almost as if she had been dipped in oil. Her dark brown hair was smooth and tied back behind her head, her features soft and friendly, as she gave me a smile. She wore no jewellry or makeup, though it would be more than fair to say she didn't need any - she was quite beautiful.
"Please come with me, sir. Your questions will be answered shortly" she said.
"Who are you?" I asked, as I stepped over to her, before remembering my naked state and covering myself with my hands.
"Come with me, sir" she repeated, giving me another smile, before she turned at stepped outside.
With no other options readily apparent at the moment, I did as I was bidden.
The room I was led to, down a long corridor which curved always down and to the right, was much like the one I had awoken in, though some twenty metres from wall to wall. A raised platform about half a metre high occupied most of the rooms centre, leaving a path about two metres wide to walk around it.
The woman sat down on it, and pointed to a small bundle of clothes beside her, which appeared to be clothes like her own.
"Well, what do you want with me?" I asked again, stepping over to the bundle quickly and picking it up. It was like a wet-suit, though the material was strange, very thin, and warm to the touch.
"You've been recruited for a very important task, Daniel" she replied. "Like some help getting into that?"
"Uh, no, I think I've got it" I said, though in truth I was having a hard time figuring out how to put it on. "And, you know, its funny, but I don't remember volunteering for anything."
"The people we represent can't exactly run an advertising campaign for recruitment" she smiled.
"Huh. So, what is this very important task then that requires kidnapping and running whatever that weird alteration sequence thingy was on me?"
"Defending the Earth and other parts of the galaxy from alien invaders" she said, simply.
"You're shitting me. C'mon, I can't believe that, can I?" I scoffed. "Why not use the military then? Surely they'd be better equipped to handle some alien invasion, than a high-school jock like myself."
"Involving your military was deemed to be an unnecessary complication by the people we represent."
"What do you mean, your military? Which government do you represent then?" I asked, warily.
"Not any Earth-based government" she replied. "The Ka'masu don't think the majority of the human race is ready for the revelations of interstellar life. You sure you don't want a hand getting into the suit?"
"No. I suppose you're an alien, then?" I added, jokingly.
"Oh, I'm human" she replied. "Though most of the races are at least basically humanoid in appearance. If god created humans in his own image, wouldn't he also likely create other sentient races in the same image? That is, if you're religious."
"They recruited you too then?" I said, pausing for a moment to consider the religous comment. I wasn't particularly religious, but it seemed a fair argument.
She nodded. "Yes. Eighty-three years ago."
"You look good for your age then" I said, with a laugh.
"Thank you. One of the benefits of the alteration sequence is a vastly increased natural lifespan. Other benefits include a much advanced immune system, increased stamina, reaction speed, rapid cellular regeneration..."
"Hey," I interrupted. She had spoken everything so far as if she was being quite earnest. "Are you really being serious? About all this alien shit?"
"Yes, Daniel. I am."
"So?" I said, finally managing to pull the black suit half on.
"So, why you?" she asked, and I nodded. She smiled. "Because you are a virile young man, more than a little attractive to the opposite gender, and have a high sex drive."
I coughed. "Uh, thanks, I suppose. But that makes this really sound like a load of bullshit" I said. "What does my, um, sex-drive have to do with defending Earth from aliens?" That sounded like one really ludicrous question.
"Our 'recruiters' mainly use bio-organic technology, which is powered by orgasmic energy."
"Orgasmic energy?" I said. "Like from, orgasms? Sex? Now you've gotta be shitting me. What, these so-called alien friends of ours use flying saucers powered by sex?" I laughed. "Saucy saucers?"
She laughed. "That's quite good. I'll have to remember that." She glanced at my attempts so far at trying to get into the suit. "Just put your arms into the sleeves now."
"How do you zip it up? I can't see any zip." I did as she said though, then the suit suddenly seemed to wrap about my back. I felt it constricting, moudling itself perfectly until it was over my skin. "What the fuck is this stuff?" I said. I tried pinching at it at the back of one of my hands, but all I seemed to grasp was my skin. I couldn't even feel the stuff on me now, apart from a faint warmth. It almost might as well have been black ink.
"Sort of their version of a space-suit, though you could walk at the bottom of an ocean trench if you wanted to in one of these. I still don't know how it works fully myself, just that it does. It gives off some kind of bio-kinetic energy barrier in the right situations, strong enough to absorb the impact of small meteorites - and high-velocity bullets, shrapnel, and the like, I might add" she said. "It also recycles your air, and provides nourishement directly into your bloodstream through some kind of photosynthesis I think. My favourite, though, is it enables you to fly, through manipulation of gravity, though it took me a little while to get used to. It also has a chameleon-like ability, which can make you effectively invisible, or can disguise itself as more normal clothing."
"You saying I can fly in this?" I said, incredulous. "That it can stop bullets? Turn myself invisible?"
"Yes, pretty cool huh?" she said, smiling. "Though, those powers drain the suits energy reserves. It'll let you know when they are beginning to need replenishment."
"How do you recharge..." I started, then a realisation struck from our conversation so far. "Uh, you talking about that orgasmic energy shit?"
"Thats right" she replied. "Makes saving the galaxy quite a lot of fun, I can tell you" she added.
"Who are we supposed to be saving, uh, Earth and the rest of the galaxy from?" I asked.
"The Ominarzi. They are a parasitic race, they use what suits their needs, destroys what doesn't. Whole worlds have been raped by them, in their pursuit of power. They use two forms of energy source. Like us, they use orgasmic energy as well. But they also use energy derived from pain."
"Sadistic aliens?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded. "Most of the people the Ominarzi use as hosts are in a constant state of torture and sexual pleasure. They burrow into their chosen host bodies, attach tendrils to the spinal column, nerve endings and brain stem, taking over the physical body."
"Not all hosts are unwilling, however," she continued, with a sigh. "The Ominarzi take a perverse glee in sharing their power with some individuals, those with masochistic tendancies typically, allowing the host body an apparent symbiotic relationship. They have a telepathic link with the host bodies mind. Of course, the Ominarzi can take complete control at any time it chooses."
"What... what of the people they don't use as hosts?" I asked.
"Either killed, or attached to some Ominarzi device to be used like common electric batteries. Bio-chemicals are pumped into their bloodstream, keeping them concious, while their bodies are continually pumped for pain and orgasmic energy simultaneously." She paused, a look of sadness crossing her face. "I'll never forget the first time I came across an Ominarzi power collector. The delirious screams of despair and agony mixed with those of pleasure."
"Fuck" I said, still disbelieving. This was too much.
"Love to. My suits energy reserve could do with a top-up anyway" she said.
"Huh?" I replied, just before she leant over to me suddenly and grabbed my face, kissing me hard on the lips with fierce passion, her tongue snaking quickly into my mouth. I felt her tongues intertwining impossibly about mine.
Reeling with surprise, I went to push her back, one of my hands landing on one of her breasts, and felt the nipple beneath my palm stiffen immediately. Like the suit I wore, it felt as if she was naked to my touch.
She moaned into my mouth, before sitting back, a thin trail of saliva hanging briefly between our mouths. I poked out my tongue, and stared at it in surprise. Tentatively, I curled it up, finding I could touch the bridge of my nose with it.
I carefully retracted my now elongated tongue, and began "When I said fuck just then, I didn't-", but she interrupted me by putting a hand to my groin.
"I was picked because I had a high sex-drive too" she said, with a wicked smile, and as the first of her slender fingers touched my manhood, I felt it swelling to a strained erection almost in the blink of an eye.
"What the hell?" I gasped, staring down at my cock, standing up now bigger than I'd ever seen it. I was happy enough before with my usual seven or so inches, but now I was sporting a monster of a cock, perhaps three inches across its bulbous head and at least a foot long.
"Other modifications to our body are designed to increase output for the orgasmic energy - increased sexual proclivity, more pleasure receptors in our nerve endings at the erogenous zones, higher pleasure tolerance threshold..." she said, languidly stroking my shaft. "Our bodily juices and pheromones - saliva, generative fluids, perspiration - now contain powerful aphrodisiacs as well, though they don't effect us, only normal humans and most other unaltered races."
I gasped again, only half listening to her, as waves of intense pleasure flooded over me. "Oh fuck!" I groaned. For a moment, I thought I was going to shoot my wad right then and there, but it didn't happen.
"Try and concentrate, you'll get used to it" she said. "I remember the first time someone touched one of my nipples just after my recruitment - I felt as if I was going to cum right away! Just wait till you really orgasm."
I gasped out "I... I don't even know your name yet."
IC: Daniel Gallagher
I awoke with a groan, my head pounding initially with what felt to be a terrible, but thankfully short-lived, headache. I sat up slowly, trying to blink the darkness from my eyes, but everything remained black. I seemed to be in a lightless room, the ground beneath me soft - a matress perhaps? More importantly, however, I knew I was naked.
A brief wave of shock and fear washed over me, as I tryed to place myself, trying to remember where I had been the night before - assuming this was the morning. Vague recollections of a party came to me, but that was all.
Feeling about, I found what I thought to be the matress was instead indeed the floor - the room I was in was circular, with walls covered with the same rubbery material as the floor. Standing up, I reached up as high as I could, but could find no ceiling, imagining it just beyond my reach.
"Subject two is awake" a voice sounded from above, a gentle feminine voice that held a strange warmth to it. Immediately thereafter, I heard a click, and the room was abrubtly bathed in bright light from somewhere above, making me raise my hands to ward off the sudden glare and squeeze my eyes tightly shut.
"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me!" I shouted, trying to cover myself with one arm and shield my eyes with the other.
"Begin alteration sequence" the voice said. "Your questions will be answered later. Lower photon emissions by eighty-six percent, his retina won't be able to cope with the current level until the adjustments have been completed."
"Alteration sequence? What are you doing to me?" I shouted out aloud. The light dropped to a more comfortable level, and I lowered the arm I had lifted to cover my eyes. The room was, as I had surmised, circular, and about three metres in diameter, walls and floor were covered with a rubbery padding that was a deep green in colour. The ceiling was some two metres above me, and looked to be of glass or clear plastic, the light shining down through it.
"Begin stage one of sequence."
At that, I glanced down, feeling a dampness about my feet. A bluish fluid was seeping into the room, rising quickly. I glanced around, looking for handholds that I knew didn't exist to try and raise myself above the surface of the liquid.
I looked down again, seeing the liquid seemed to be not just rising around the room in general, but crawling upwards over my skin. By the time the general level of the liquid in the room was at my knees, I found myself covered to the waist in a thin sheen of the stuff, my skin tingling where it touched me.
"What is this stuff?" I shouted, "stop this! please!"
That please! was the last word I managed to call out before the liquid had covered my face, and began pouring into my mouth. A sudden dizziness made me feel like I was going to pass out - something that perhaps would be a good thing in the situation - but it was not in fact an unpleasant feeling. It was like floating in warm water, and quite soothing, and though I felt mentally in no state to relax at present, my body seemed to slouch inspite of my still panicked thoughts. I could feel the stuff coating my insides, filling my lungs, my stomach, into my nostrils and ears, and over and behind my eyes, making everything take on a bluish hint.
"Subject is now fully immersed, beginning stage two of sequence."
I began to feel a slight, pulsating sensation on my skin, or rather in fact through my whole body. It began to build, each pulse coming quicker than the last, until it almost felt like I was going to be shook apart.
"Stage two complete" said the voice as the pulses suddenly stopped. "Beginning final stage now."
The majority of the fluid quickly drained away again, though I found myself still covered in a fine film of the bluish liquid. I tried to speak, but only a faint gargling noise came up out of my throat.
"Do not try to converse yet, before the sequence is complete, it may damage your vocal cords."
I was too busy staring down at my hands to pay much heed to the voice now, though, for the covering of blue liquid now seemed to be quickly drying out, flaking away in specks.
"Alteration sequence complete. Subject two is prepared. Remove current subject from alteration chamber, then prep subject three."
"What have you done to me?" I said, my voice sounding out strangely clear and powerful, as I looked myself over. As far as I could tell by looking, nothing had been done. But, I felt good. To say that I felt I could run a marathon ten times over would be an understatement. I just felt bursting with energy.
A previously-unseen door opened in the wall, opening up in a kind of swirling circle, then a figure stepped through.
A very shapely figure, in fact. A woman, wearing a once-piece, skin-tight fitting suit, which covered her from a high neckline to her toes. It was made of shiny black material, almost as if she had been dipped in oil. Her dark brown hair was smooth and tied back behind her head, her features soft and friendly, as she gave me a smile. She wore no jewellry or makeup, though it would be more than fair to say she didn't need any - she was quite beautiful.
"Please come with me, sir. Your questions will be answered shortly" she said.
"Who are you?" I asked, as I stepped over to her, before remembering my naked state and covering myself with my hands.
"Come with me, sir" she repeated, giving me another smile, before she turned at stepped outside.
With no other options readily apparent at the moment, I did as I was bidden.
The room I was led to, down a long corridor which curved always down and to the right, was much like the one I had awoken in, though some twenty metres from wall to wall. A raised platform about half a metre high occupied most of the rooms centre, leaving a path about two metres wide to walk around it.
The woman sat down on it, and pointed to a small bundle of clothes beside her, which appeared to be clothes like her own.
"Well, what do you want with me?" I asked again, stepping over to the bundle quickly and picking it up. It was like a wet-suit, though the material was strange, very thin, and warm to the touch.
"You've been recruited for a very important task, Daniel" she replied. "Like some help getting into that?"
"Uh, no, I think I've got it" I said, though in truth I was having a hard time figuring out how to put it on. "And, you know, its funny, but I don't remember volunteering for anything."
"The people we represent can't exactly run an advertising campaign for recruitment" she smiled.
"Huh. So, what is this very important task then that requires kidnapping and running whatever that weird alteration sequence thingy was on me?"
"Defending the Earth and other parts of the galaxy from alien invaders" she said, simply.
"You're shitting me. C'mon, I can't believe that, can I?" I scoffed. "Why not use the military then? Surely they'd be better equipped to handle some alien invasion, than a high-school jock like myself."
"Involving your military was deemed to be an unnecessary complication by the people we represent."
"What do you mean, your military? Which government do you represent then?" I asked, warily.
"Not any Earth-based government" she replied. "The Ka'masu don't think the majority of the human race is ready for the revelations of interstellar life. You sure you don't want a hand getting into the suit?"
"No. I suppose you're an alien, then?" I added, jokingly.
"Oh, I'm human" she replied. "Though most of the races are at least basically humanoid in appearance. If god created humans in his own image, wouldn't he also likely create other sentient races in the same image? That is, if you're religious."
"They recruited you too then?" I said, pausing for a moment to consider the religous comment. I wasn't particularly religious, but it seemed a fair argument.
She nodded. "Yes. Eighty-three years ago."
"You look good for your age then" I said, with a laugh.
"Thank you. One of the benefits of the alteration sequence is a vastly increased natural lifespan. Other benefits include a much advanced immune system, increased stamina, reaction speed, rapid cellular regeneration..."
"Hey," I interrupted. She had spoken everything so far as if she was being quite earnest. "Are you really being serious? About all this alien shit?"
"Yes, Daniel. I am."
"So?" I said, finally managing to pull the black suit half on.
"So, why you?" she asked, and I nodded. She smiled. "Because you are a virile young man, more than a little attractive to the opposite gender, and have a high sex drive."
I coughed. "Uh, thanks, I suppose. But that makes this really sound like a load of bullshit" I said. "What does my, um, sex-drive have to do with defending Earth from aliens?" That sounded like one really ludicrous question.
"Our 'recruiters' mainly use bio-organic technology, which is powered by orgasmic energy."
"Orgasmic energy?" I said. "Like from, orgasms? Sex? Now you've gotta be shitting me. What, these so-called alien friends of ours use flying saucers powered by sex?" I laughed. "Saucy saucers?"
She laughed. "That's quite good. I'll have to remember that." She glanced at my attempts so far at trying to get into the suit. "Just put your arms into the sleeves now."
"How do you zip it up? I can't see any zip." I did as she said though, then the suit suddenly seemed to wrap about my back. I felt it constricting, moudling itself perfectly until it was over my skin. "What the fuck is this stuff?" I said. I tried pinching at it at the back of one of my hands, but all I seemed to grasp was my skin. I couldn't even feel the stuff on me now, apart from a faint warmth. It almost might as well have been black ink.
"Sort of their version of a space-suit, though you could walk at the bottom of an ocean trench if you wanted to in one of these. I still don't know how it works fully myself, just that it does. It gives off some kind of bio-kinetic energy barrier in the right situations, strong enough to absorb the impact of small meteorites - and high-velocity bullets, shrapnel, and the like, I might add" she said. "It also recycles your air, and provides nourishement directly into your bloodstream through some kind of photosynthesis I think. My favourite, though, is it enables you to fly, through manipulation of gravity, though it took me a little while to get used to. It also has a chameleon-like ability, which can make you effectively invisible, or can disguise itself as more normal clothing."
"You saying I can fly in this?" I said, incredulous. "That it can stop bullets? Turn myself invisible?"
"Yes, pretty cool huh?" she said, smiling. "Though, those powers drain the suits energy reserves. It'll let you know when they are beginning to need replenishment."
"How do you recharge..." I started, then a realisation struck from our conversation so far. "Uh, you talking about that orgasmic energy shit?"
"Thats right" she replied. "Makes saving the galaxy quite a lot of fun, I can tell you" she added.
"Who are we supposed to be saving, uh, Earth and the rest of the galaxy from?" I asked.
"The Ominarzi. They are a parasitic race, they use what suits their needs, destroys what doesn't. Whole worlds have been raped by them, in their pursuit of power. They use two forms of energy source. Like us, they use orgasmic energy as well. But they also use energy derived from pain."
"Sadistic aliens?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded. "Most of the people the Ominarzi use as hosts are in a constant state of torture and sexual pleasure. They burrow into their chosen host bodies, attach tendrils to the spinal column, nerve endings and brain stem, taking over the physical body."
"Not all hosts are unwilling, however," she continued, with a sigh. "The Ominarzi take a perverse glee in sharing their power with some individuals, those with masochistic tendancies typically, allowing the host body an apparent symbiotic relationship. They have a telepathic link with the host bodies mind. Of course, the Ominarzi can take complete control at any time it chooses."
"What... what of the people they don't use as hosts?" I asked.
"Either killed, or attached to some Ominarzi device to be used like common electric batteries. Bio-chemicals are pumped into their bloodstream, keeping them concious, while their bodies are continually pumped for pain and orgasmic energy simultaneously." She paused, a look of sadness crossing her face. "I'll never forget the first time I came across an Ominarzi power collector. The delirious screams of despair and agony mixed with those of pleasure."
"Fuck" I said, still disbelieving. This was too much.
"Love to. My suits energy reserve could do with a top-up anyway" she said.
"Huh?" I replied, just before she leant over to me suddenly and grabbed my face, kissing me hard on the lips with fierce passion, her tongue snaking quickly into my mouth. I felt her tongues intertwining impossibly about mine.
Reeling with surprise, I went to push her back, one of my hands landing on one of her breasts, and felt the nipple beneath my palm stiffen immediately. Like the suit I wore, it felt as if she was naked to my touch.
She moaned into my mouth, before sitting back, a thin trail of saliva hanging briefly between our mouths. I poked out my tongue, and stared at it in surprise. Tentatively, I curled it up, finding I could touch the bridge of my nose with it.
I carefully retracted my now elongated tongue, and began "When I said fuck just then, I didn't-", but she interrupted me by putting a hand to my groin.
"I was picked because I had a high sex-drive too" she said, with a wicked smile, and as the first of her slender fingers touched my manhood, I felt it swelling to a strained erection almost in the blink of an eye.
"What the hell?" I gasped, staring down at my cock, standing up now bigger than I'd ever seen it. I was happy enough before with my usual seven or so inches, but now I was sporting a monster of a cock, perhaps three inches across its bulbous head and at least a foot long.
"Other modifications to our body are designed to increase output for the orgasmic energy - increased sexual proclivity, more pleasure receptors in our nerve endings at the erogenous zones, higher pleasure tolerance threshold..." she said, languidly stroking my shaft. "Our bodily juices and pheromones - saliva, generative fluids, perspiration - now contain powerful aphrodisiacs as well, though they don't effect us, only normal humans and most other unaltered races."
I gasped again, only half listening to her, as waves of intense pleasure flooded over me. "Oh fuck!" I groaned. For a moment, I thought I was going to shoot my wad right then and there, but it didn't happen.
"Try and concentrate, you'll get used to it" she said. "I remember the first time someone touched one of my nipples just after my recruitment - I felt as if I was going to cum right away! Just wait till you really orgasm."
I gasped out "I... I don't even know your name yet."
...I still have fond memories of the Night Restaurant thread, I know you're a great writer!
