Alien Pleasure

Elise Graves craves the smooth, hairless form of an alien. She slips a rubber hood over her head and seals it tight. Her hands go straight to work. One hand glides over the latex while the other loops rope around her own throat, pulling just hard enough to remind her she’s trapped in her own skin. Breath hisses through the tiny mouth slit. Her fingers slip beneath the hood, press harder. She fucks herself to the thought of sleek, cold, otherworldly hands holding her still. Short strokes, long strokes, back and forth. Every tug of the rope makes her pulse throb between her legs. She keeps the rhythm rough until her whole body shudders and the latex glistens with sweat.