Alien-Tickles

You have her served before you. A warrior goddess. A living statue more timeless than the David. Hewn through excellence and effort that never tires. You will always admire her. You live her storied journey and her myriad battles through her iron biceps and enduring scars. You basque in her glory when you rest your head on her prodigious thighs. You forget about anything but her abdomen when your lips and tongue trace those toned surfaces that make you weak in the knees. And now you have her served before you. Bound. Helpless. All that strength, all those gorgeous muscles, all that flawless physical perfection, and yet she is helpless to do anything but lie there and accept what you have to give. All that mouth, that is so used to barking out commands and boasting of great conquests and knightly triumphs, can now do is ceaselessly laugh and crudely howl. Eyes first wide with panic, then shut tight with resignation. Submission in the arching of her eyebrows. And then you slip the