A handsome young man.

As the goo took shape above you and pushed you back down onto the bed, you were a little stunned to see it take the shape of a handsome young man, a very, VERY handsome young man. He had a cute boyish face, emerald green eyes, long golden hair that was about shoulder length, a slender toned body, and soft fair skin. You couldn’t help but blush as the nude boy lay on top of you, his hard member pressed up against your skin.

“Hey,” you said softly and timidly with a bit of a gasp in your voice.

“Hey,” he replied with a loving smile on his lips. God those gorgeous eyes. It was like the goo knew what you liked in a man, appearance wise anyway, and recreated that man to the smallest detail. He was nice and fit but not too fit, his member was nice and big but not too big, even the way he behaved in this loving and caring manner was something you've always wanted in a man.

As you tried to think of something to say the boy lightly brushed his hand over your cheek, raking some of your own blond hair from your eyes. You moan softly and lightly press your cheek into his palm, he then reminds you of what he is by forming a few lips on his hand to kiss you along the check and neck. Even the way he kissed you in that loving and gentle manner was perfect. Still, the fact that he turned into your dream boy wasn’t the strangest part.

If you ever came across a boy like this you would at least be turned on by his looks, very turned on, but instead, despite only just meeting him, you felt like you were in love with him, enough so that you were ready to spend the rest of your life with him. Did he do something to you to make you feel this way?

“Who are you?” you say almost breathlessly.

“Eileen,” he replied softly. Even his voice made your heart flutter, “and yours?”

“Dick Johnson,” you said trembling.

“You have such a lovely name, Dick Johnson,” he replied before leaning down and lightly planting a few kisses on your cheek, making your heart flutter in your chest. This boy had to have been a walking love potion. That was the only explanation you could think of as to why you were feeling this way.

“Then I shall be Eileen Johnson,” he purred softly into your ear before lightly kissing it.

“N-no,” you gasp as he kisses you, “You don’t need to take my name.”

He pulled back and looked down into your eyes with a confused expression on his face, “Would you like me to come up with a last name so you can take it?”

“I-It’s not that,” you replied trembling, “We…we’ve only just met. It’s a little soon for me to start calling you husband.” No matter how much you wanted to at this point, god what did this thing do to you?

He looked down at you and gave you a loving smile, “Very well, I shall say that we are dating and let our love build from there.”

"Is this feeling going to get stronger?" you think to yourself. He then leaned down and nuzzles his nose against yours before planting a kiss on your lips. “I love you, mistress.”

You were strongly considering repeating the same three words that he just spoke but again you have only just met and it was obvious that these feelings that you were having were implanted into you somehow, but at the same time he was the perfect specimen of manhood, you already know that he is really good in bed, and you really liked these feelings you were having for him right now.