for F. Van Den Hoven

by Jacqueline Applebee
(03/19/08)

I am an astronaut. I can travel faster than the speed of sound. And whilst I'm not the first woman to go into space, I'm sure I'm the first one to do it buck-naked. The orgasms I have with my new lover transport me faster than any space shuttle, and when I come, I go far beyond Mach One. Gravity doesn't mean shit to me when I let go. I soar through space on my adventures. I always see the stars.

My new lover Frank is a very talented Dutchman, and he's an engineer too -- what he can do with his amazing hands is probably illegal in some part of the world. His long fingers frantically plunge inside my pussy, stoking the power to my engines. Every time he hits my G-spot, stabbing me with pleasure that makes me want to explode, I channel the power instead, so I don't self-combust.

Frank looks me right in the eye whenever we make love. He holds me with his gaze, and imprints himself on my circuitry, with every thrust inside my growing heat. He is the spark that ignites me, and I blaze for him every time. Frank is a diligent lover, and he always concentrates when he sets me free. He puts his whole self into the palms of his hands -- that's why I can do this with him and no one else.

I gather fuel from our fucking, and soon I hear my thrusters start. My body readies itself for the trip, and I can already taste stardust on my lips. A sound unlike any other begins in the back of my throat, and before I know it, I blast off, screaming as I go. The ceiling above me opens up, to reveal the scorched wooden beams in the attic. The roof of Frank's home is burned away with the force of my exit, and I am propelled into space, leaving my lover and his talented hands behind.

Space is black and beautiful. Space consumes me -- it swallows me up with darkness that is illuminated with touches of sparkling colour. I become part of the universe when I orgasm like this. I travel further and further every time, yet there is always more to see -- more to explore. Have you heard they say the world is flat? Well the Earth is a pancake compared to Space, where dimensions bend and swell around me. Every contraction of my pussy becomes a pulsar. I radiate light and heat. I travel to worlds beyond imagination.

When I return from my space adventure some time later, Frank is sitting on the bed with a cup of milky coffee for himself, and an orange juice for me. It will take some time before I'm ready to make another flight, and I need to recharge first.

"See anything interesting up there?" he asks me with a smile.

"I saw the stars darling," I say weakly. "I saw the stars."

Frank holds my sweaty body as my engines cool down. He recites special incantations that keep me earthbound -- science and magic come together with potent results. As I listen to his soothing voice, I wonder if he ever takes flight like me, or if being my engineer is enough for him. Maybe it's time for me to start Frank's space program. I would love to go travelling with this fantastic man.

A plan formulates in my mind -- I'll make an astronaut out of my engineer yet.

I break free from the long arms that hold me, and I pin my surprised lover down on the bed. I settle over his lean body, and I let him feel the force that lies inside my explosions. I suck his thick cock deep into my mouth, and I coat him with saliva, which is really flammable lubricant. I suck and pull on his hardening dick, murmuring a spell of freedom as I go. I want Frank to be lighter than air, so that he can shatter the bonds of gravity, and do what I do.

I want my Frank to fly.

I test his readiness, by tweaking his nipples. I calibrate his sensors with my fingertips, and he bucks beneath me.

"Please Ann!" he yells in English, and then he shouts it even louder in Dutch -- I don't know much of the language, but even I can work this one out.

He isn't ready yet -- if I let him go now, he wouldn't get past the upper atmosphere before he fell. I douse him with spit and rocket fuel, swallow him all the way down to his balls, and I lick, suck and blow Frank for all I'm worth. I press the map of the universe from my tongue and onto his shaft, with precise licks. I trace the co-ordinates of his journey with my teeth, as I graze them gently over the head of his cock. It's not fair that only astronauts get to have adventures, when I wouldn't get an inch off the ground without my engineer. I grind my sore pussy onto his knees, grip his thighs and redress the balance with a grunt.

Frank starts to shudder hard now. He squeezes his eyes shut, to protect him from the fiery blast, and it is only then that I let him leave me. With one final swallow of my wet mouth, he explodes into movement, flings his body upward and he ascends into the stratosphere with a piercing scream.

My Frank is flying!

I am knocked aside by the force of his take-off. I watch from the bedroom floor in wonder as my lover shoots into space. His jets scorch me, and his after-burners turn me into cinders. I love that I can do this for him. I am on fire for this man.

He descends a long time later -- dazed, and babbling about how he will need to bring oxygen with him on the next trip. I smile at this. There will surely be other journeys, ones where we will both speed through space at the same time -- flying in tandem. Between my lover with his talented hands and me with my talented mouth, I know we'll take to the skies together. But for now, Frank needs to rest. I hold him gently, and I whisper my own special words to calm him -- to let him know that he won't float away whilst he sleeps. I embrace his cooling body and whisper:

"It's okay Frank, I've got you. I love you."

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