from "Storm of Me"
I got my first transmission today: a packet of emails I can’t respond to, a news report, a mission update, which was the only reason for the transmission. I spend hours and hours monitoring the seedlings and still have hours and hours to stare out the portholes at the curving, blue halo of Earth or into the black. I wish I’d brought something other than Ulysses because I even though I have nothing else to do, it’s still practically unreadable. I should have brought the collected Steven King.
There’s another problem developing, too: I’m as horny as I’ve ever been and there’s nothing to do about it. I spent most of day two jerking off and except for the novelty of cum sluicing through the capsule in zero gravity, all that’s happened is that I’ve rubbed myself raw and am still painfully hard.
I got an email from a couple I’d fucked around with, people who lived in my building, that had naughty innuendo but nothing really sexy. I fantasized about the last time I was with him, with the guy eating out my ass while I fucked his girlfriend. And soon enough I was poking out the front of my flight suit, my cock pointing straight out in between halfway between the two thick nylon straps. If only there was room for porn in on board computers.
Read more about Ultimate Undies & see the Table of Contents over at Lusty Lady, RKB's blog.
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