Dazed and confused.

Stan awoke with a sneeze. Blinking in confusion, he looked at me with bleary eyes. It occurred to me that, without his glasses, he might not see me so well. Well, that might prevent him from screaming...

Hesitant hands reached up and squeezed my breasts. "I must be dreaming..." he mumbled. Hmm...why not? I could roll with that. "Don't speak, Stanley Bennett...you are my last, best hope," I said in what I hoped was a mysterious tone of voice.

"I have travelled many lightyears to find one such as you. You are a rare breed of human...who's DNA can mix with one of my species. For the sake of my race, I MUST procreate with you!" I lied. It sounded like something a Sci-fi geek would think/dream of.

Lowering his sheets, I stroked his face. "I..." he began but I shushed him, placing my finger over his lips. "There is no need to speak further...I have ****, nor do you...but I will do everything within my power to make this...pleasurable..." Tossing his sheets back, I began to remove his sleepwear.