Chapter 8: 2100 October 11th, Monday

So I was reviewing yesterday’s entry and realized I wrote over 8000 words, for one diary entry! Wow I think I am doing this assignment wrong haha. It’s definitely not my intent to write that much, but I don’t know, it’s fun! I sat down last night and it just kind of happened. I didn’t even really think too much and then, bam, 8,000 words that no one but me will ever read.

Anyways Maggie sent me a text this morning just saying “thanks” and I knew what It referred to. I heard from Nyrle though that Maggie talked to her briefly about trying gams. She sounded happy on the phone, and if she was happy about it I’m sure Maggie was pleased. So, it’s nice that everything there worked out.

Now today is a special holiday (which I almost forgot!). It’s Peace Day! The day on which our kind brokered a peace deal with the humans whose planet we now call home. I’ve never called another planet home myself, personally.

I guess it’s a good spot to go into history a bit, though I should try and be careful not to overwrite again.

So, before my time, there was the Zenith war against Earth. Millions of humans died, and I think some Zenith might’ve gotten killed too. Wars have to end one way or another though, and I’m happy for that one to have ended in a peaceful way. I’m sure the humans were even happier at the time. We could’ve wiped them all out, but it would’ve taken more time, more destruction, and I learned in history class that the Zenith felt it a bit wasteful. I think I agree. Humans can be pretty cute after all, and handsome too. Like Brock!

Anyways, so basically the leaders of our kind sat down with the humans and worked out a way to structure governments going forward, and rethink the world’s societies in a manner compatible to both Zenith and human.

Now, obviously we Zenith are Zenith. We’re strong, fast, and have abilities humans dream of (and pay decent money to benefit from). So, the peace process was pretty favored in our direction.

Though every nation is technically a democracy, the system is set up so that Zenith are in charge on anything that remotely matters. Every post that matters is held by a Zenith. The militaries of the world are run by Zenith, and the best troops are all Zenith: kind of by definition. Doesn't matter how strong you are as a human, you can’t tear through the plating of a tank like we can, nor treat bullets like massages.

So, you can imagine not every human is happy with how the governments are. If you ask me though, I think they should be. They still have a voice, we can just ignore it! Also, nation-to-nation conflicts are gone, because all nations ultimately serve our interests first and foremost.

There’s open-borders worldwide cause of us (can you believe people used to have to jump through hoops if they wanted to move to the tropics or something?). Logistics for food distribution was worked out, lots of corruptible greedy humans removed, so there’s not really any issues of starvation anymore. Quality of life improved immensely for the poorest of humans.

I’m sure there’s some elderly rich misers still around from the old days, upset they can’t price gouge medicine or something anymore, but they should be happy their skulls weren’t crushed under our heels rather than lamenting lost profits and power.

But, yeah, as I wrote a lot of humans aren’t happy with how things are. A big problem for some are the laws. They are very obviously in the favor of us Zenith. But, even if we didn’t reap the well-earned rewards of our victory with that, there’s still just a matter of practicality. Humans are so, so fragile. It doesn’t make sense to punish a Zenith for breaking one. It’s just so easy to do so. We have great control over our strength, but accidents happen.

Now part of the reason I’m writing all this is cause it’s a bit relevant with what happened with Brock today.

So as I wrote earlier I got details on Brock’s class schedule from Lance. He also told me what Brock would be up to today. Turns out he’d still be on Campus, as although classes were canceled he still had a group meeting for a project in his philosophical ethics class.

He was meeting the other group members at the library, so I just sat outside the building on a bench and waited for him to come out. It was easy to keep myself busy playing with my phone.

Anyways so he eventually comes out, waves goodbye to his group, and then starts heading back in the direction of his dorm. I caught another nice glance at him, his smooth brown hair, perfect jaw, perfect figure.

Even just thinking back to that view of him is making me smile.

I mentioned before how gams are attracted to human women just cause of the similarities they have with us. Well, funny story there. Most of us Zenith (Kuola’s an exception) view human males with even greater appeal. Well, not all of them obviously, just certain handsome ones and the like.

Gams are nice. When there’s a mood, there’s a lot of appeal to the physique of a gam. However, gams are small. They may have nice jaws sometimes and fit builds, but they are very small.

Now, you take those features and blow them up, along with the body type, up to the height of a human male: around our height generally. What you can have is a sort of super stimulus effect. So, sometimes I’ll see a guy and my brain is like “ah yes, this is something I like, but a lot of it, so I like it a whole lot!”

So even though there’s no Zenith sized male equivalent to our kind, Humans still trigger the sense of attraction, of desire and things like that. “Neuron Activation” as the humans might say haha.

Human guys, and some women, of course like us too, duh. Again, it’s not as though they like all of us per-se (maybe some humans really don’t like pinkish-red hair!) But, the attraction can exist. We’re similar enough that our respective brains don’t care.

Anyways so Brock is just, like, perfect to me so I put all this effort into trying to talk to him. I waited till he moved behind a building then just started briskly moving, easily getting ahead of him and sitting down on a bench that would be on his path. Sure enough, a few minutes later he comes into view.

He tries not to look at me, sadly skittish of us Zenith. I was determined to figure out why, but first I had to connect a bit.

I said “Hey, are you Brock?”

He looks to me, pauses and goes.

“Uh yeah. Did you need me for something ma’am.”

I remember thinking ‘wow he called me ma’am, what a gentleman’

So I was a bit of a nervous goof. I can still remember how clumsily I handled my words. My right foot was twisting in its flip-flop with giddy glee the whole time.

“Uh yeah. Well no. Err kind of.”

Like I said I’m good at remembering conversations, especially embarrassing ones.

Anyways I said.

“I talked with a friend of yours, Lance. He said you were really into Jam Slammers.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah I uh, guess I am.”, he said.

“Well, me too!”

“Cool. Yeah did you hear the new album they released this month.”

I did not, but I did hear they came out with it.

“Yeah totally! ‘Dunking It’ was a great listen. Probably my favorite album this year so far... from anyone.”, I said.

“Nice, uh what was your favorite song on it.”, he said.

I remember thinking ‘fuck, I didn’t expect a quiz.’

“Oh it’s uh, wow, hard to choose really!”

I had only listened to a few of their greatest hits in preparation. Thankfully that answer seemed to work with him, in that he didn’t immediately call me a phony or anything. Honestly he seemed too nice to do something like that.

“Ok nice.”, he said. “Yeah I guess it’s hard for me to choose too, but I really like the melody on the Intro song. Say, uh, what’s your name?”, Brock said.

“Oh, my name is Zlee!”

“Zuh-lee?”

“No Zlee.”

“Ah sorry. Zilee.”

Normally that kind of thing would bug me. I mean, the name isn’t that hard to pronounce. It’s just like “Izly” but you get rid of the “I” vowel at the front. Zenith names are often ‘translated’ from truespeak, and modified if needed to be pronounceable by human tongues. I can understand some issues with some names but, ‘Zlee’, really? It’s so easy!

This was Brock though, so I cut him some slack and he got it on the next try.

“Ah sorry. Zlee it is. Yeah anyways, nice to meet you but I really should be heading back to my dorm.”, he said.

He pulled out his phone around the same time, and started typing or checking something. Maybe he wanted to seem busy.

“Wait!”, I said. “This is kind of sudden but, do you want to hang out. I mean, it’s the first time I found another fan of the band you know and, well, you just seem so cool.”, I said.

He seemed pretty nervous at the idea. His hands were fidgeting around the straps of his backpack. He was avoiding eye-contact.

“Uh that’s ok. I got some work to take care of though.”

I stepped in closer and he moved back a smaller step.

“What? No you finished your group meeting that was the only thing you had to do today.”

He look horrified and I immediately knew I fucked up. Now he probably thought I was a stalker or something!

“H-how do you know about that? Have you been watching me or something?”

His muscles tensed. I was trying to avoid it, but I didn’t have a choice really. I grabbed his arm, tugged him close, and breathed a cloud of pheromones into his face.

That calmed him down real fast. I took a quick look around and noticed a female human student on the other end of the sidewalk for the part of campus we were on. I’m not sure they saw anything, but I wanted to be safe.

“Wait here.”, I told Brock.

I then quickly ran after the woman. She noticed I was running at her but was too late. I really didn’t want anyone or anything to mess up my time with Brock, so I just slapped my hands about her cheeks and gave her head a quick spin. Her neck snapped and I quickly tossed her in a nearby bush.

I’m glad I went to a university that valued its shrubbery.

Anyways, so I ran back to Brock, who was dutifully staying in place. I took up his hand.

“There we go. Sorry about that. Now, do me a favor and forget what you just saw there, and also that I mentioned your group project meeting.”

He nodded.

“Of course Zlee. Anything.”

“Alright, now let’s head back to my dorm. That’s where you really want to go. You really want to spend time with me. You really dig me.”

He smiled.

“Yeah totally.”

On the walk back to my dorm, I figured it was as good a time as any to ask him about his fear of Zenith.

“So, why don’t you like Zenith Brock? You seemed pretty skittish around me.”

“It’s a sad story. Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Ok. So my girlfriend and I each got accepted at different universities. Or, well, she got accepted to here too, but also a much more prestigious school. I obviously wasn’t gonna hold her back. I encouraged her to go. I said we could still video call every day and, what do you know, we did! We even saw each other over winter break freshman year.”

“Oh I see, so what happened?”

“Well that spring semester, she went to a party with Zenith at it. I don’t know what happened there, but the next day she was found in pieces in a bush. The Zenith lady that did it had to pay a fine, but it wasn’t enough, and the percentage her family got didn’t even cover funeral costs.”

I frowned.

“Jeez, that sucks.”

Not the most sympathetic phrasing I know, but he was too pheromoned up to notice. His voice did seem genuinely sad. I imagine if another Zenith were to have pheromoned him, he might’ve leaked tears or something talking about this. Maybe.

“Yeah. So, I’m so sorry Zlee if I seemed rude to you. It’s just whenever I saw a Zenith I thought of the loss I felt when I got the news. I know logically you aren’t all like that: you seem nice and stuff. But, when any one of you can just dismember a person in seconds it’s kind of intimidating too. I just feel on edge around you, until recently of course.”

“That’s ok!”, I said. “I forgive you.”

He smiled.

Like I said, I’m skilled with pheromones. I didn’t want to overwrite his entire personality, I just wanted him to really, really like me. And, that’s what I got. He liked me so much he could discuss a sad moment of his life one moment while smile at me the next.

It occurred to me as we walked up the flight of stairs to my floor that this was actually happening. I had Brock with me, going to my room. And I could do anything I wanted to him. He would do anything for me. My mind was racing, heart thumping. I clenched his hand (not too hard!) and tugged him with me briskly to my room. I passed some other Zenith around the floor but just shared quick friendly nods.

I wanted Brock. I wanted him inside me. I wanted everything that the slab of human man meat could offer.

I kicked my flip-flops across my room and shut the door behind him. I pulled my crop-top over my head.

“Take off your clothes.”, I ordered.

I walked to the bed, sliding off my skirt, undoing my bra and tossing both aside. I started sliding my panties off and saw that he had just taken off his hoodie.

“You’re slow.”, I said. “Come here. Now.”

He dutifully obeyed. Slipping my panties off I leaned forward and just ripped his shirt right off. His bare, sculpted chest with perfect abs was exposed to me. Nibbling my lower lip I had helped him get off the rest of his clothes with similar fervor.

Yeah, I was horny ok.

I hopped onto the bed, laying on it, and lifted him up and atop me.

“Touch me.”, I said.

He obeyed, fondling my breasts.

Brock was tall, taller than me at 6’, so as he straddled me, stark naked, I got to enjoy the view of his body from below. I slid my legs apart.

“I want you inside me, now.”

“Ok.”, he said. “I’ve, never done it with a Zenith before.”

I was panting, a flurry of emotions running through me as the moment I desired was finally arriving.

“You’ll be fine. In. Now.”

Oh, I guess taking my professor’s guidelines to the extreme, I should go into detail on my genitalia.

Wow how embarrassing to even write the notion, but it’s not like anyone but me will be reading this.

So I’m sure Brock had some idea of what he was getting into just from his biology classes in the past. Now, he might’ve only gotten into this situation (or me, I guess) due to the pheromones wafting through the air and his mind but that’s neither here nor there to the topic at hand.

So, like a human woman and pretty much every mammal on the planet we have vaginas. Ours are obviously a bit different. We have no waste system so no need for that opening. As a consequence, the vaginal canal for us is a little bigger. Not by much. It’s easier for stampeding gams to enter with a bigger orifice after all.

We also lack a clitoris, but that’s no issue. We have something much better. Our vaginal cavity is lined with what looks like tiny little nubs, and each one has a sensitivity more than enough to rival that of the human woman’s fun button.

They are called prongs or, less commonly, thorns. I’m sure there’s a fancier science name too. Anyways they are obviously not actual nubs of sensory nerves, but more. They are extendable projections which serve a purpose for our reproduction.

When I talked about gams earlier I mentioned how they don’t have genitalia. That’s because the genetic information we need to lay eggs is stored in their bodies, and is absorbed another way. They file into our vaginas and rub up against the walls. When the mood arises, vaginal prongs extend. This is conscious process, but hard to resist sometimes. As the prongs extend out there’s more surface area for contact AND more sensitive areas of each prong is exposed.

The prongs are pretty blunt at first, but once extended, like the claws of a predator, a sharper end just out from the front and impale the gams. Any sized gam can be impaled with just one of my uniform prongs for instance, though a big one might get hit with a couple at once.

Once impaled they are stuck and ready to be absorbed. It’s kind of like food, actually, though when I put it like that it seems weird.

Not only are the gams impaled, but they are injected with some chemicals from body that break them down for digestion and absorption. It’s not quite like the acid in my stomach though. It’s more complex.

Now usually the prongs go right through the chest of the gams, but that’s not how they get injected. If you’ve ever seen a jellyfish, you know their tentacles can sting. However, it’s not like their tentacles are actually electric or something like in a cartoon. On the side of the tentacles are where the actual tiny stingers are, and they pop out of the sides of the tentacles to actually inject the painful toxin. I remember in biology class how the actual stingers looked almost like tiny harpoons sort of.

For prongs, it’s a similar sort of deal. Once fully extended and contact with a body is detected, the sides of it release that special fluid into our mates.

So, that’s how we mate! As a Zenith extends her vaginal prongs into a horde of gams inside her, she’s rewarded with ecstasy, genetic information for eggs, and the nutrients their bodies provide.

The gams are rewarded with maybe accomplishing their life’s purpose of passing on their genetic info.

You see, even after absorbing the genetic information we can reject if we want, which I’ve always done personally. Maybe we just don’t want to make an egg anymore, or never did in the first place. At any time the egg is forming in our bodies, a minute flex of our muscles can crush it, and then it’s harmlessly reabsorbed for its nutrients. Even after laying the egg we could just smash it before it hatches and no one would know or care.

So, no gam has a guarantee that they passed on their genetic data. In fact it’s likely not even theirs, but a pseudo-random, hopefully optimized mixture of all the genetic data from all the injected gams during a sexual session.

Anyways, naturally humans can sometimes be pretty hesitant about putting their dick in us. But, there’s an appeal to it too. So long as a Zenith can refrain from extending her prongs, accepting a lower, though still great, level of pleasure, then it’s fine. In fact, human men often say the interiors of our vagina feel sublime. Each prong in its resting state is like a nub after all, a stimulating nub rubbing and, perhaps, lightly pressing against their shaft with every squeeze.

As I wrote earlier, since human men can trigger a sort of pseudo-super stimulus of attract sometime, Zenith and male sexual encounters are quite prevalent.

Anyways back to the events of today, Brock was finally inside me, making love to me. All I had to do was maintain self-control.

I saw his cock only briefly before he slid it in. It looked impressive. Slightly longer than average, thicker. It was sturdy, rock hard as it slid past my folds. My pheromones helped him to realize how beautiful and attractive I was after all. His fears were suppressed, for that moment at least.

I curled my legs around him, pulling him tighter to me with a bit of pressure from the sides of my feet and the rest of the limbs. I grabbed his back, squeezing the toned muscles there as I held him tight to my naked chest. I wanted him as close as possible. I wanted all of him.

He thrusted, pumped. I could sense the pre leaking out of his cock. Protection wasn’t needed of course, Zenith and humans couldn’t interbreed, and if he had any disease (which I doubt) I would be immune to it much like any other.

Forward and back he went. It felt so nice. But, I was greedy. I wanted to feel more. I extended my prongs just a tiny bit, still within the realm of safety for him. I felt his shaft brush against their more-protruding state. The sensation, my ecstasy, was doubled.

Forward and back he went, then again. I Clenched tighter, my prongs extending slightly more. I noticed him struggling to keep thrusting.

“Z-zlee, can you loosen up a bit, it’s starting to hurt.”, he said.

I heard his words, but ignored them. It just felt too good. I noticed him slow down.

“Keep going.” I ordered, and he did. But, as strong as my pheromones were his fear was getting pretty high. His body obeyed but I could see on his face the expression of delight wince with pain and apprehension now and then.

I extended my prongs slightly again, then again. Each time the extra flood of pleasure was so much. I wanted more. I lost my sense of self-control. Or, maybe I just didn’t care to control myself. It was too tempting, like someone holding a delicious treat in your mouth and you have to avoid chomping down on it.

Well, I chomped, so to speak.

I extended my prongs fully and clenched. Immediately I felt just a flood of ecstasy exploding in my cunt and spreading out to the rest of my body.

Brock, in contrast, let out a scream of pain. He tried to pull out, but the prong fluid was already ejected into his manhood. The prongs are also slightly angled inwards, making it hard for anything impaled to get out.

He still tried, which only made things worse for him. His frantic pulling just stimulated me further. I needed more. I wanted to feel every minute bit of the sensation. So, I tightened my muscles near the region and clamped down tighter.

I should've told him to stop trying to pull out, but the only thing exiting my mouth were powerful moans of utter delight.

He persisted, with his dick already softened from the injections of the dissolving, digestive fluid. With my cunt as tight as it was, these two effects combined for him to finally break through. I clamped down hard enough to clamp his dick off as he pulled out.

He was free, but his cock was mine. I saw his genitalia on the outside, cut off near the base of the shaft by his balls.

Now, thankfully the fluid my prongs inject to dissolve mates (or in this case, whatever organic thing they jabbed into) also has a coagulation effect. As a result, he wasn’t bleeding. It’s good we have that, else any sexual session with gams would result in a whole lot of internal mess. Instead, whatever is inside and ‘stung’, so to speak, just dissolves and is absorbed by my vaginal walls.

He tried to pull away, at this point his survival instinct kicking in. I could’ve exuded more pheromones to calm him down, but then I didn’t feel like it. Instead I embraced his thrashing. I pulled him tighter to my body. He couldn’t resist. My strength was immense. My pussy clamped against his melting cock within me while I felt his body writhe and squirm against my tits, tummy: my entire front.

It was ecstasy, but I could feel the cock within me dwindling to naught. My body was consuming it. I did feel a tad more energy from the nutrients it offered at the time, but it was hard to say if that wasn’t just placebo or something.

I didn’t yet have my full release though. I knew in a moment how to get it while metaphorically cleaning up the situation with Brock all in one deft swoop.

I extended my hair into his neck. I hair-plugged him, but not to make him calm down or anything. No, I was doing some of the most advanced things our kind could do. Cellular modification to the extreme.

His leg muscles stiffened, and I could relax my hold on him a bit as the process took effect. He let out sharp, deep screams as his body cracked and groaned. His flesh shifted. Bones were breaking off in pieces, reforming, then breaking again. His skin undulated as it drew tighter, like the rubber surface of a balloon somehow trying to keep up with the deflation going on within.

I felt him dwindle in my arms. He was shrinking, of course.

This was one of the most tricky things hair-plugging can accomplish. There aren’t many other cellular modifications more thorough. It’s quite a painful process too. Basically, I was rearrange his cells to make his entire form: body, mind everything--smaller. It’s not like the movies with the ray or anything. There were laws of matter that had to be obeyed.

The process was a little slow. No instantaneous flash of light. Instead, his body was breaking, reforming, and healing all over. This required a lot of chemicals pumped into him to prevent death and encourage his body to reconfigure itself so rapidly after every bone break or internal tear organ. In this way, bones were made smaller, skin surface area diminished, until he was as small as I saw fit... within reason of course.

As he shrunk, he no longer needed so many of his cells or other biological matter. That all had to go somewhere, and that somewhere was to me as food. My hair was siphoning his excess mass. I was eating him, but just parts of him, in a way not fatal though probably not entirely pleasant of him.

The process isn’t very messy though, at least on the outside. His insides were probably a mess, but they would be fixed when I finished, which didn’t take too long. I wasn’t as good at hair-plugging as Soaph or Veldel, but I was good enough to handle something like this.

I felt his weight decrease as he dwindled down and down over the span of a minute or so. In small clumps I retracted my hair from his body as he shrunk smaller and smaller. I was being extra careful, taking my time till I thought he was the right size.

He settled on my chest, smaller than a doll at a size of 6 inches. It was the perfect size.

I let him sit near my chest a moment, able to experience the rise and fall of my chest below him. I let him hear the beat of my fast thumping heart.

Just for a few moments. Though. I was still horny. I still wanted him inside me.

I took him up my hand and brought his head to my lips for a kiss.

“Oh Brock, you’re so beautiful. I didn’t quite plan for this but, in a way, you’ll be with me forever.”

He screamed, the fear ramping up as the pain from shrinking had finally died down.

I brought him lower, towards my crotch. I slid him past my folds. My insides there were already very well lubricated.

Six inches of height wasn’t to far off from the scale of his cock which, thankfully, had been completely consumed. He was alone in my pussy now, along with all the fluids.

How intimate a notion, writing about it now.

Of course I didn’t really take things very slow and in a more, shall we say, refined sensual manner.

My libido was through the roof. I slid him in my cunt, in and out a few times. Working him like a piston. I had since retracted my prongs back to their resting state, but I was already warming them back up for fun.

As I neared the precipice of release again, I stuff him inside fully. I let him squirm just a few moments, then extended my prongs a tad. It was enough to press tightly on him, pinning him.

He was squirming so much, probably trying to fight past the prongs but all his attempts to move them were futile for getting out. Even that part of me was just too strong compared to a human, shrunk or no. All he did was stimulate me further. All he did was turn me on.

With an unabashed moan I extended my prongs fully. I heard his muffled scream, my lubricating fluids getting into his mouth as the dissolving ones pumped through his bloodstream in a flash of ecstasy.

I imagine it might’ve been kind of like one of those iron maidens from medieval legends clamping down on him, along tighter with the pressure, and filling his body with my prong juices.

The thought alone was sublime, but the sensation was something else. I had my moment of release. I climaxed.

Brock was flooded in there, no doubt, by the gushing of my juices. Flooded on the inside and out as my body started to slurp up his melting self.

My body spasmed, muscles tightening. He was further smushed by my vaginal walls as my toes tug into my bed sheets. My hands were fondling my bosom, teasing at my nipples and squeezing the sides of my tits tight as the moment arrived.

With my involuntary moan came another fun little facet of our biology. Near invisible to the naked eye, I emitted a small cloud of special air. I guess a gas, technically. Within it were hundreds of ‘spores’. The air of the room would carry them to the vents. If lucky enough to survive the trip out the exhaust and to the outside, the ‘spores’ would perhaps find dirt to sink into.

Down, and down the spores would sink, then eventually settle. Sustained by the nutrients of the earth and whatever my special ‘breath’ offered to them, they’d eventually hatch.

Yes, the ‘spores’ are actually special sorts of eggs. From them will hatch tiny--very very tiny in fact--tadpole-esque creatures. No smarter than animals, they will continue feeding deep underground for quite some time until, eventually, they undergo a metamorphosis into a fully-grown gam.

That’s how the males of our kind come to be, you see! They are basically so foreign in their development as to be other creatures but, they do ultimately come from us. They aren’t seen as kin though really. We view the side-effect of our orgasms more like humans view the shedding of dry skin. It’s inconsequential and, in fact, their genetic information is randomized to a large extent, not really based too much on that of the Zenith that produces their spores.

Anyways, after release I just enjoyed myself. Residual shocks of pleasure were eked out by rubbing my folds. Once I felt Brock had fully dissolved, fully been eaten and absorbed by me, I slid my fingers inside myself and rubbed at the sensitive prongs within. They couldn’t pierce Zenith flesh, of course. Totally safe for my own self.

In this way I basked in the after-glow for some time. I was panting. It had been quite some time such I had so much fun with a human.

Alas all good things had to come to an end. I gathered up Brock’s things and just put them in a garbage bag. The walls to Zenith dorms were thick for a variety of reasons, so no one likely heard and even if they did they wouldn’t care. These sorts of thing happened now and then.

I really did want to keep him alive though. If I was smarter and had more self-restraint in that blissful moment, I could’ve just kept pheromoning him up and had a human boytoy to toy with whenever I liked.

But, then the sex wouldn’t have been quite as good. Plus, he’s with me forever in a sense, part of me in a sense... at least as much as the sandwich I ate later is.

Yeah, writing this I suppose I’m happy what happened. It was a very special and fun day today.

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