Hello, my name is Yerneley Zunteley, at the time I’m twenty four years old, around three hundred pounds - at least the time I checked, five foot eleven inches, with ‘forest green’ eyes, a scar from my right cheek to cross over my left eye and a cane-like scar that starts on my right shoulder and ends just past the upper middle part of my left ass cheek. My species is Zeta Reticulan - Head Bulbous, Eyes Slanted, Hair Absent, and nose lackless. I’m writing in a recent account in a search for a possible romantic partner, something that seems to be absent in the Zeta Reticulan race.
There are parts of my life that play out so much like a porno it’s not even funny. One time I crash landed in Russia on my old ship and was found and became a sex slave for the local base. As much as unfortunate as that was, I got quite comfortable doing it and I think I have a knack for doing it.
My teenage years growing up on Earth I pretty much was figuring out my sexuality. At first I thought I was gay, but then it flipped flopped around and then I finally figured it out.
But, very soon something prodded me a tad into putting myself out there. My parents were in a bit of a pickle for college payment, so I told them I’d get the money myself. At first I was looking for a bartender but they only had spots for dancers but of course I took it. I wasn’t so much desperate as I was picky so I basically had to block away some conflicting thoughts. That dancing was soon cut short due to some dangerous clients shooting down a lot of the staff besides me who fought back and the manager who wasn’t there when the shootout happened - but I obviously couldn’t work there anymore but luckily someone on the staff noticed by intuition by observing me picking me the bad guys out from a crowd and suggested I be a cop. Slowly, but surely, I started up in some detective work.
But what I learned when I danced there, the way people looked at me when I moved around and clapped my ass - it stuck with me, and that’s when the nocturnal emissions started happening. At first it was light, but then it was a lot of me clapping my ass up and around a lot of dicks. At first I thought it was a sign, but it was a dream. Yet, I still spun many ideas and thoughts around and the work went over a semester when I finally got some dildos, and when I say got, I really got into it. At first I was impatient and went about it positions that were uncomfortable and then switched and adapted into more comfortable positions and went about learning about this between work whenever I felt the need, eventually learning how to stimulate the prostate and make me blow hands free. Word of advice - Thick dildos work best for that.
And now, we come here of course, on Christmas Eve and after years of me being confident about working my ass around, I started on the mouth, and believe me, I separate the cock and ass dildos. But Steven, from the Russia base, was a regular and he was nice.
Oh boy, I haven’t been telling the whole story.
Earth is nice, I like it, I like the food, people, atmosphere, but I am bound by Earth government laws since Earth apparently isn’t prepared for the eventual human-offworlder integration, so I have to use a disguise, a hot uncomfortable disguise. You think it’d be easy but my head is bulbous, eyes slanted, no hair anywhere, skin gray and no nose or ears, but the cliche humanoid shape is present yet fat. Yet even with the disguise I can have close calls, and one night it was too close. I obviously was shaken, but a black, slender, humanoid figure came through the wall of my new ship while I was eating. He had green slanted eyes and I’m guessing a five inch hung and quite juicily thick cock with a green colored glans that matched his eyes. He spoke softly but I was distracted by that cock so I asked the being could cover it and he did with his hands as he then had baggy black pants on and said that my race, the Zeta Reticulans, used to have shapeshifting availabilities and they have been recently hidden away. I bargained for a bit in my head and then asked the creature how it would be unlocked and he said something like once they have sex with someone significant and that he wants to be that significant.
Sounds like a sly manipulate motherfucker, huh?
I’m not that easy, and I don’t want to be that easy, but I waved him off my ship in a nice way and set my ship off to course of a female Reticulan I knew. You see, Reticulans shouldn’t be doing this with humans, but this Reticulan kind of gets a ‘get out jail free card’ since she keeps it under wraps, but she seemed to be building something with this guy, so I found out for myself and the phase-through green-tipped juicy dick thing was right.
So, it brings us to here, ironically around the same time I decide to search for connection and sex before the news. I will try not to play people just for the sex since the guy said to build something to, so it seems a win win for me. Oh, and the riding my ass around dildo stuff - I’m just being prepared in case life leads me to being dominated.
So, Steve - he seemed nice, yet a lot of people at the base seemed that way, but I liked sucking his cock and I think he enjoyed it - was ’bachelor number 1” sex driven? He did look quite surprised to see me in the flesh. I told him if he wanted company for the holidays and he told me slow, stutterly and awkwardly that he had a girlfriend now.
Damn, moving on, huh.
Bachelor Number 2.