Clean up

James grabbed some cleaning spray and a rag, setting about removing the evidence of their shared shame. He sighed, replaying the encounter in his head. The pink stain on his couch refused to erase entirely, and he settled for flipping the cushions. By the time he finished and headed to bed, he'd gotten hard again thinking about it. Part of him wondered if she might do more, if he tried. He wouldn't try, though. The thought alone made him cringe.

After cleaning up, he tossed his clothes into a hamper and fell on his bed. His dreams were filled with imaginings of the alien woman. Fading images accompanied by false sensations of driving into her, and moans his mind remembered from porn videos. When he finally awoke, it was from a strange feeling.