Chapter 1

Sometimes it’s disturbing when my coinciding lives cascade rip from one reality to another, no pre-warning. I have to remind myself, “I will return”. But when? I shake it off and assume my place where I presently really am. And I go on doing what I do. True, I’m always living out my role as The Lover Of Goddesses and servicing women to the best of my cosmic abilities.

I always take serious my work, satisfying ladies beyond their dreams. Needless to say, it’s rewarding.

Presently, pictured, I’m steady engaged, my penis filling the client to steady warm effervescent overflow, assisted by a staff member monitoring the results. I’m working the spa created by ideas from elsewhere, Swill Sisters plus their mother Mabel. They have tattoo parlor history, why I have a cattle ID on my head under my hair proclaiming me livestock, my past from the beginning at The Dairy Of Desire. And then there’s that connection, just previous, another role as a furnace repair man satisfying women in heat. “Turn up the thermostat.”

I’d just had sex with Carol, the wife of the owner of the heating oil company. She too created the idea of an exclusive spa like treatment using me to provide for wealthy clients. She showed high end real estate, residential, prompting me to assume fucking, servicing while the woman’s partner filled out paperwork for the sale. It was quirky and so erotic, doing it in the new owner’s bed, or perhaps just anywhere for that matter. It’s hard to imagine pulling that off on queue, but I had reputation to back up my work, as always infertile and disease free. Carol’s mantra was, “He’s just livestock made for this very thing and I’m his best customer; want to all get together and give it a go after you sign?”

Carol was a genius at her craft and sales were ensured, plus she and I were lovers well known.

But I’m removed from that at present. I am engaged, fucking, servicing a rich client at a spa imagined by many contributors while my assistant helps with the procedure. She’s massaging my balls. She’s holding up the notepad, reading, parsing the data while tracking orgasms, averaging the quality for personal best, electronically. But there’s a twist.

Suddenly present, there is a lovely, amazing looking woman close watching use make love. I see some connection although I don’t know her. She’s intent of watching what I’m doing. However, my client is quite surprised by the sudden appearance of a stranger intently watching her being fucked by me. It kind of spoils her passion which shows in the data and she almost bolts from her current climax, one of many, as I continue to fill her with my product. And it’s not easy to quit when I am engaged. I don’t have to because I never run out.

My client is good sex. I’m enjoying her, giving her my best work. The gizem is alive and she’s being filled full, the bubbles, the warmth, a mind trip wholly consuming. I love my job but she’s ready to disrupt my ejaculations merely for the surprise of another person who is obviously unusual, compelling as all get-out and I’m also compelled, to do her that is, free of charge, whoever she is. I’m already planning for a possible three-way.

I reach forward with a kiss on my lips and turn my client’s face to mine. With a deep tongue I probe her with atonement to remind her who she is having sex with. “Don’t worry. You are in the presence of a goddess wishing to join us. Because you-are-who- you-are, it’s important. I want to do you for as long as you need. There’s no end to me in performance. Please don’t stop now.” And at that my client calms down, deep breath, and she resumes fucking me with a vengeance. Giving new rise to me I fill her up yet again.

I look over at our visitor noting her beauty and I wink at her followed by a question smirk smile. I wonder who she is. I hope she will remain. But, meanwhile, I retrace my memories looking for her because I know there’s connection. She exudes it to the extreme.

ORIGINS

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She grew up on a sheep ranch not among her own, orphaned from her world. A baby with funny ears meant no challenge for the ranch owners who were used to all strains, four legs or two. But she grew up in short order, worked her way into their hearts and managed to carry her own weight with work, and then some.

Let’s just say it was often a distraction for the ranch hands, especially the new hires, first realizing the naked coworker close at hand. They worked closely with her obvious lack of normal attire and new arrivals were warned about her not obvious but amazing strength. She didn’t seem to find joy in her handling of men who bothered her, not exactly, but anyone who understood her inborn gremlin nature knew what to expect when “horny” got in her way. She was a terrible tease.