Ria Sakuragi 2

What would you do if a childhood friend sent you a long, rambling email about kinky sex with aliens? That’s what recently happened to me. The only reason I can think of that he would do so is that he knows I’ve seen a lot of weird shit and written about even more really strange stuff so I would probably believe him. Also, he knows how many stories I post and I am pretty sure he expected me to publish his email on some of my story sites. In fact, he even gave me the name to use for the story. He says it’s true– hell, it might be, but I can’t ask him for further proof. No one has seen him since about a week before I got this email from him and the reply address comes up as invalid. I tried to back trace the IP and it also comes up as invalid. Despite not being able to verify anything, I decided to publish it exactly as he wrote it and let you decide for yourself. Maybe it will stir some deep, forgotten memory of gray beings with big black eyes... and the feeling that you had some really fantastic sex somewhere but you can’t remember where. The email reads as follows: W, I am sending this to you because you will believe me. No one else believes me. They say I am imagining all this or that big I am asian having some sort of strange seizures. I can understand why they would say that. I do have seizures– or I used to. Whenever I have to fill out a medical form and it asks, “Have you ever been knocked unconscious?” I huge answer “Yes.” Then where it says, “Provide specific details” I say, “See attached page.” We grew up together, W. You know that I was always the one who fell out of the tree or off the cliff or got hit by a car or conked in the head with a line drive or was still lying on the grass when the rest of the team went back to the huddle. I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back– or more accurately the bug that put that final piece of scar tissue in my gray matter– was when I got knocked unconscious by a cicada while riding my motorcycle about five year ago. Even you had trouble believing that one until I showed you tits my helmet with a hole in the front of it. I hit that sucker at somewhere well north of ninety miles an hour and he went all the way through the shell and padding and put a big bull’s eye bruise right in the middle of my forehead. It was a miracle I got into the median and slowed down enough japanese to not hurt myself seriously when I tumbled off the the back of bike. I had a hell of a headache for a few days but that was all. I thought everything was OK after that. Then the seizures started. Luckily, by then, they had developed a pacemaker for the brain. At least that’s how my doctor described it. They put some kind of tiny computer in my head with a network of wires connected to my brain. Whenever it senses that a seizure is about to begin, it zaps the correct area of scar tissue to stop it. But that anti-seizure pacemaker does more than that, W. It stops an alien memory wipe. I know that sounds like I’ve stepped off the deep end and went straight to the bottom, but listen to me. These alien abductions are real– at least mine was. They scooped up six of us– three men and three women. I was just getting ready to go to sleep when all of a sudden I was in this huge place with five other naked people and a bunch of grey things. One of the little gray people walked up to us and said, “Please don’t be afraid. We are not going to harm you.” I noticed right away that his lips weren’t moving. That was real easy to tell because he didn’t have any lips. "Don't FUCKING lie to me," I said aggressively. They had seen me cuckolding my futa-girlfriend with that awful Shelena. I was enjoying that fact and those who looked at me either smiled or just ignored us. Cambria was silent. Rick let out a muffled scream as the head of Haranga's thick cock gained entry, and his black assailant quickly moved his japanese huge hand from the white man's neck to his face, covering his mouth and choking off further screams as the thick, blue-black cock worked deeper into the pinned white man's asshole. Then he reached over to pull Val's panties down. In the morning I told my parents about our good fortune. Debby is my best friend at work and the straightest lace in a shoe…she would not only disown me, quite sure she would find a way to get me fired. I read the note. So I asked her to help and get the oil and another towel. That was the point of today. Her silky skin teasing me, caressing me, driving me wild. Anna couldn't help noticing that the man was also licking and rimming Shari's ass. In truth, Miss Kelly’s services were no longer really required, but everybody was having so much fun that Robert continued to pay her. “Well then come by before six this evening, just don’t asian do anything too off putting alright? We had a good meal, not the celebration feast we had hoped for, but—given the choice—I’d take making glorious love tits with Scarlett over eating every time. It looked like a hellish trap, a nightmare to be stuck in, but that just made me want to jump in after her. Really? I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. "How can I help you?" Seriously, I am just messing with you. “And why’s that?” Lucilla asked. “Well, you lost it idiot.” Did this guy pull out a dogbowl? An amulet. Carlos began to play with Liana’s dead body again. So far, we have found 8 with a control center, he said how can you keep up with all of the, I said I have coordinators in each club plus all clubs and center have inhouse AI’s running the show. He replied with the typical "Nothing just watching tv", and then we made small conversation. "I'm having fun, but not really that 'into Tom' but I like him." Bonnie would soon share her dismay tenfold, but for the moment, she hadn't fully understood where this conversation was going. “Well let’s say I have very unique conversation subjects that most people wouldn’t approve”. I huge don’t know this feeling... The longer I looked the lower Dakota’s eye went. Well, I had no idea when, but from the fact that there was only two feet of snow on the road, big it proved that this road wasn't completely forgotten.