JeanLouise Finch

Once again, now in the time of the starlight effortlessness I feel my heat rising again. I can feel my face flush red, and drips of sweat slide down my face. That sweet sticky scent fills my nostrils, as my digits plunge into the depths of pleasure. I need no-one but myself to fill the void which bears witness to my desire. In space, no one can hear you scream. But inside the station, those involuntary screams wake my neighbours, who look sheepish when they see me in the halls the next day. The men weaken before me. Their wives shuffle them away from my sight. They quickly close the doors to the hyper-lift before I get there. A wink from me and their anger boils over into sheer rage. They need not worry. No kept man will cross that threshold. I hunger for the wild explorers who yearn for nothing but freedom and adventure and who live their lives alone amongst the gas clouds and stars.



I'm way hotter than you.