Free Dreams and Desires by Paul Blades Page A

naked back, the roundness and firm flesh of her rear, the remarkable color of her long strand of hair. When he sensed her mind was functioning, he rolled her to her back and then pulled her up from the bed. He could feel the tenseness in her and he saw the frightened look she gave him. He regretted the need to acclimate her slowly to him. One of the Whole's primary teachings was the importance of respect for other life forms. He did not want to cause her unnecessary suffering. He looked into her eyes and ran his hand over her head in a gesture of comfort. He softened his gaze and tried to mimic a smile. It would be a while before he had learned to adjust his facial features to readily exhibit human emotions. He released just a tiny bit of his energy into her, enough to take the edge off of her fear.
    Kelly saw and felt the man's gesture. A feeling of calm entered her. It was not enough to wash away all of her fears, but enough so she did not break out into hysterical crying. How did this man do this to her? How long would he keep her his prisoner? She had no idea what the man's ultimate purpose was. If only she could talk to him, she thought. His crooked smile did nothing to assuage her concerns that he might be deranged.
    He took her by the arm and led her from the bedroom. She stumbled alongside him obediently. Kelly was surprised to see he was taking her into the bathroom. She looked at him anxiously to see if he was permitting her to use the toilet or whether he had something else in mind. She was relieved when he motioned to it. She sat down on it happily, spread her thighs and let a forceful stream of water flow from her. She didn't care he was watching. His gaze was locked on the column of water that continued to empty out of her and its source. It was a stark reminder her body was under his control.
    Raijamoon had absorbed much knowledge about basic human needs from the woman's mind. It was his initial, highest priority. It was essential to learn to function and to take care of the being whose existence was so vital to him. The transported alien was fascinated by this method of removing liquid wastes from the body. He watched intently as the stream of liquid seemed to fall from the woman.
    When the flow stopped, the woman remained sitting on the toilet and looked up at him expectantly. It seemed there was something she wanted him to do although she was torn by her dependence on him to do it. He saw the roll of toilet paper on the wall and made the connection. He pulled a length of the paper from the role, folded it over several times and used it to wipe the woman's lower lips and the passage they surrounded clean. The woman stood up shakily and he tossed it into the toilet.
    Now it was his turn. He had to give the issue some thought. He stood in front of the bowl for a few moments as an image in his mind informed him what to do. He took his long, softened manhood in his right hand and held it out over the yawning hole. With his other hand, he leaned over and lifted the seat, making his target bigger. He stood there waiting for his discharge to flow. Nothing happened. He waited and he waited. He knew his body needed to void and did not understand. He gave his groin muscle a little push, and then it came.
    The man was surprised at the pleasurable feeling his body experienced as the flow of liquid ran down his cock. It was reminiscent of the ejaculatory response, but different. He closed his eyes and emitted a soft sigh. This is a wonderful body, he thought to himself. It was constantly surprising him with its capacity for sensual experiences. He almost wished the flow of water would never stop. But, after about ten seconds, the stream began to diminish and then halted. A lone drop of his discharge remained on the tip of his organ. He looked at it for a moment, unsure of what to do. He did not know where the idea came from, perhaps some instinctual function of his human brain. He shook his softened penis and the drop fell