Space babes 1 - Sex Stories

Space babes 1

... so popularized, so wanted, and desired that a universal love of manliness caused some men to blur that thin line of admiration and sexual desire. With the decline of the masculine worship in the Age of Aquarius and so male gay numbers, this second theory held some merit.

Women were now on top, and men in the dog house.

In 2069, Hollywood hasn't made an extraterrestrial movie in over 30 years. Women weren't into the genre much. Regardless, Hollywood could have gotten it quite right, given the chance of how the first encounter could have gone.

Nobody saw them coming because nobody was watching. Funding for SETI-type programs was totally cut. Space budgets were small, only a few guys (men) to service the media and a few other satellites. The latter being GPS satellites. A modern world dominatrix still could not tell north from south (more like left from right). Modern-day science was about keeping women young, hair long and bright. The fight against cellulite was now a war.

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Clear skies over the UN building; the air crisp and cold; a nice winter’s morning by German standards. The very large square gray metal box hovering over the building, however, was out of place. Even the women noticed it; the sky and its wonders did not interest them much. The story got around the world much slower than what it would have today. The men, though, watched the news and wanted to know more.

The big box beamed a small box down onto the lawn in front of the UN building. No ...

... one investigated; whoever or whatever was in the big box seemed to know. They decided to help or try to motivate the sentient beings of the planet by shining a bright beam of light onto the small box day and night, just like a good old spotlight. The light was rather remarkable, and more so its source, but no one would ever know and would care even less.

The only effect all this bright light had was to irritate a few very important women after organizing brilliant meetings, everything color-coded and filed, neat stuff like that. Not so efficient, though; a plan was made. It all came down to one thing (so much pride had to be swallowed): They needed a man. The search was on for their man (servant, not hero). The big box started to pulse the bright beam of light and waited.

Close to a month after the big massive gray metal box appeared (estimated by some men to be two by two by two (length x width x height) kilometers in size) they finally had chosen their man.

Jack was one of the last interns working for the final SETI project, which closed down some fifteen years ago. Jack wasn't the most qualified; however, he had a killer smile that women (or the girls among them) appreciated the most. In fact, he was a very good-looking 32-year-old single man – six feet tall, blond, blue-eyed, wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and even had dimples when he smiled. With six months of experience (as a mailboy) in a dying, outdated SETI project, Jack became their expert.

"Why do you ...