Not Now

Once again, Aaron concentrated and dragged his hands away from his borrowed breasts. This time the potato soul's disappointment was palpable and Aaron wondered how far away it was from being able to consciously communicate.

Rinsing Sasha's body off, Aaron toweled it dry and walked naked into her bedroom. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, he felt the same pang he had felt when he first saw her: Not love - just raw, animal desire. Sasha was fit, lithe and sexy in a very "looking is free" kind of way, and now that her body was his, everything else was free, too.

Just like before, he found his thoughts drift as he saw Sasha's hands wander of their own accord, the potato spirit trying again to have its own fun. It had grown enough that it would regularly try to take control, and Aaron wondered how he might turn that to his advantage.