This is me with X-92. Yes, that is the cargo hold. Yes, I am upside down. In space, any way up is fine.
Oh, the video just jumped. That’s G-33. One of the better endowed clones. I don’t suppose they make the G-class that way deliberately, but it sort of goes with the territory. G-class are lumberjacks, miners, python-wranglers.
It’s three weeks still to the Dioscuri Cluster. Three weeks with a cargo of clones and only a computer for company, and I’m missing you, as you might have guessed. Still, in three-and-a-bit weeks’ time I’ll be seeing you, I hope, as soon as we’re out of quarantine and unloaded and I can get out of space dock.
You’ll like this. I certainly did – straddling G-33 and riding very slowly on that huge cock of his. Needed a bit of gravity for that, so we came up here. He’s rough but ever-ready, big hands that completely cover my tits when he holds them. No finer feelings, but with a cock like that, who needs them?
Oh. This is another of the clones, an X-class again. They’re for skilled trades; long sensitive fingers, built for flexibility, agility, neatness. Sometimes prone to sentimentality or excitability; need careful handling, it says in the manual. Which I read, of course.
I’d had the computer trawl his text database for erotica. I was just going to read it. Six months is a long time without a partner. But then I remembered the cargo. It’s not real if you do it with a clone, you said.
I woke two of the X-class. They’re smart; they soon understood what I wanted. I’ll just see if I can find the pictures… here we are. You know, I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have two men at once; it was strange at first, and awkward, too many things all competing for my attention, two different bodies, two different rhythms. But then all the sensations seemed to run together, into a glowing warmth that melted me from inside. Well, you can see from the look on my face, I hope.
At one point I had eight of the X-class all woken, and they fucked me in weightlessness, like spawning frogs. I felt like a goddess, worshipped by these eight identical men, with their hands and their mouths and their cocks, entirely covered by their bodies as if by clothing. But I’m afraid I haven’t got any vid of that.
I don’t know whether you’ll like this bit. I got the two of them to stroke each other in front of me, while I recovered a little. Strange, we’ve been together so long, and we’ve never talked about our fantasies… perhaps we will, when I get back to you. I suppose we’ve always been so randy we’ve never taken the time off to talk about it. So I have no idea whether this little scene will turn you on. It did me.
(I’ve left them with happy memories, I thought. But of course they’re all brain-wiped once they get to Dioscuri, anyway.)
They’re all back in cold storage at the mo. I feel a bit fucked out; like having too much xocolatl, you can’t stop eating it and when it’s all finished you feel a bit sick. I’m sure they’ll be coming back to animation some time in the next few weeks, though.
I hope you enjoy the vids. Something to pass the time for you, till I get there. And darling – there are five hundred and three clones on this ship, but only one of you. And that’s the man I love.
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Anna Austen Leigh has already published two erotic novels, The Diligence de Lyon, an escapade set in the eighteenth century world of the Grand Tour, and Pilgrim for Love, a Chaucerian pilgrimage with a raunchy, happy ending. She also publishes on Smashwords, and is now working on an erotic romance set in the Napoleonic Wars. . You may find Anna here: http://erotic-history.blogspot.com.