Tessie L - Sexy Briefs - Knickers in a Twist

She climbed up onto him, took his cock in her hand, and lowered herself onto it, driving his hips into the pillow underneath. She gasped as the sensation broke through, feeling not only the delicious fullness of being penetrated, but also the incredible pleasure of being the penetrator. Simultaneously, she was the fucker and the fuck-ee, riding and ridden, dominant and submissive. She could feel his hand on her breast, and feel her breast in his hand. The buoyant, driving, ecstatic synergy was like nothing she had ever felt. She cried out, growling and weeping and squealing in pleasure. Her mind was a shout caught in an endless echo chamber of ecstasy, an image caught between two mirrors.

Orgasm came quickly, more quickly than she had ever had before, and with far more power. Her heart thudded in her chest, sweat broke out everywhere, and their combined screams echoed from the bare walls, and then…

She was not alone. Victor’s thoughts were there, a mostly-unintelligible mass of impressions, thoughts and feelings, until one finally rose to the surface.

››Thank you.‹‹

››That was incredible,‹‹ she replied. Communicating in this environment was instantaneous and effortless.››I should be the one thanking you, but I understand.‹‹ Of course she understood. The information was right there, offered to her, and she took it.

His mind had been coming apart. He dreaded every day working at the embassy, but going home was just as scary. Would anyone be able to help him? How could they heal a mind that had endured things no human had ever endured? But those worries were gone now. By bringing him here, into the affinity, and giving him a human mind to connect to, she had saved him. Like a cast, guiding a broken limb into its proper shape, her mind gave him the support he needed to pull himself together. He wasn’t healed, not yet, but she could see he had the resources to do it now.

››Now comes the hard part,‹‹ he thought.››My memories, plans, all my thoughts of my work here. It isn’t pretty.‹‹ The experience of contact with Victor through the affinity wasn’t a strictly visual one, but her mind resolved the memories as a ball of sticky black bubbles, held together with slime and webbing and wire.

She hesitated. She could feel Victor’s unease radiating through their link, and no matter how she prepared herself, it would not be pleasant to absorb those memories. The fear reflected back to her from Victor and she knew that the more she waited, the harder the job would be. Bracing herself, she sent back,››Go ahead.‹‹

The memories enveloped her. The terrifying encounters flashed through her too fast to interpret, but the emotional context was clear. This man held a profound shame about sex, which was violated and inflamed every time he needed to contact one of the other races. Knowledge came with these images, knowledge of trade deals and technology transfers, but they were inconsequential compared to the memories of what he had been forced to do to obtain them. I wondered why a man with so many issues would take this job.

The torrent ended abruptly, and Kay felt the contact fade. She became aware of her surroundings to find herself still straddling him, though his softened cock had slipped out. The strange sexual urge that had taken her was gone, and she felt a strange combination of relief and loss. She rolled onto a nearby pillow and let out a long, calming breath.

Victor’s eyes, clearer and steadier, regarded her. “Will you be alright?”

“I think so. Now that the contact is broken, the memories don’t have the same emotional impact. I’ll be able to handle things, I’m sure.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

She smiled. “I know.”

“I guess that doesn’t leave much to say, does it?”

“No. It doesn’t.”

He chuckled and pulled himself up off the floor. “I guess I’ll go pack up my desk. Let me know if you need anything.” As he collected his clothes, Kay saw that he stood with shoulders a bit straighter, back a bit less bowed.

Kay didn’t bother getting dressed. “I think I’ll just get cleaned up.”

“Oh, certainly. There’s a bath over in the residential pod, behind the office.” He helped Kay to her feet.

“I know. That’s where I’ll be. I need some time to process all this.” Kay tapped her temple, walking past him on her way to the bath. The briefing she had received on Earth had told her that she’d have to operate alone for three months before anyone would be coming to relieve her. Skimming through the memories Victor had given her, she felt confident that she could do the job. Where her predecessor had felt guilt, shame, and humiliation at the encounters he had gone through, for her it was the assignment of a lifetime. She bent down and pressed the blue button on the spigot aimed at the tub. The green button, she knew, would provide an analogue of seawater; the yellow one, the near-boiling sulfurous water of a hot spring. Bathing in either of those wouldn’t be useful.

As the tub filled and she settled down into the shallow basin, she called up the memories Victor had given her. Many seemed familiar, but that didn’t come as a shock. According to the theories advanced by the dimensional scientists, the other worlds that sent ambassadors here were also Earth, but in alternate time-lines where different species had evolved sentience. There were cat-people, dog-people, pig-people, bear-people, parrot-people and dolphin-people, but also elephant-people, crow-people, orca-people, squid-people, and bee-people. There were even a few varieties of dinosaur-people. She was curious about all of them.

The only commonality between them was that they had sex. In every sentient species, the drive to procreate had been sublimated into a drive for physical connection and sexual pleasure. It seemed to be a universal constant, a hard line between animal and not-animal. Here on the Embassy, that was enough.

It would be a challenge, but Kay was ready. She made a mental note to send her first invitation to the dog-people ambassador. From Victor’s memories she knew he had quite a tongue.

As my flight finally touched down, my heart began to race even faster.

The long awaited and eagerly anticipated meeting was actually now within reach.

I thought back to how we arrived at this moment in time, meeting online through a posting designed to garner nothing more than a good friend. She had quickly become so much more than that.

The rapid pace of the connection we formed took us both by surprise. A very pleasant surprise, but surprise nonetheless. We quickly became inseparable, yet separated by a great distance as well.

A day without an email or smile from her became insufferable.

Thoughts, dreams, desires, and fantasies; nothing was hidden, nothing was too outrageous. Nothing said that I felt was better left unsaid, no dirty detail spared. It truly felt like for the first time in my life I was not being judged for who I was, but instead celebrated for it.

As I drove towards my hotel, I finalized plans in my head for this, our first meeting.

I am freshly out of the shower and slipping into nothing but a pair of boxer shorts when the knock comes at the door. I truly cannot believe this moment is here as it felt for the longest time as if we were just kidding ourselves that this day would ever arrive.

I have already given her a set of instructions to follow, and now I guess is the time to see if she will obey me or test my authority.

I open the door and she steps inside, eyes shut and a tentative smile on her lovely face. She seems a little unsure of being here, of having her eyes shut, of listening to my directions. She puts on a brave front, even when I know she is trembling with excitement and nerves underneath her cool exterior.