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My little boudoir, tucked away in the shadows of the Neo-Quebecois arcologies, is more of an intergalactic pit stop than a massage parlour. Earthlings? Pah! They are so predictable. Most prefer vanilla sex, some maybe throw in an interesting fetish or two every so often. But the extra-terrestrials? Give me a multi-limbed sentient cloud anytime. They know how to live!

It wasn’t always like this, of course. Back on old Earth, it was all just…well, skinflute city. I can’t count how many boring blowjobs I’ve dolled out over the years. Then the galactic gates opened, the tourists arrived, and suddenly, there was a whole new world of anatomy to explore. And let me tell you, when a Tralfamadorian senator offers triple credits just to have you gently hum while they regenerate their epidermal layer, you don’t say no. Especially when their epidermal layer looks like a shimmering, bioluminescent silk cocoon. It’s surprisingly peaceful, a bit like watching a very slow, very expensive lava lamp.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Strange things are happening in space. The men from my planet are all sniveling, drooling, wimps, and none of the females find them attractive any longer. We seek manly men. Men like from earth. Big, strong, hulking men who know how to use a woman’s body for more than just pleasure. We need men for breeding! It’s the only way to erase the waste of space that is the men from my planet.

In order to do so, I’ve come from my planet to experiment on how earth man ***** reacts to my tight Alien pussy.

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