Commander Grigg – Private Quarters, Battleship Zakar
Commander Grigg – Private Quarters, Battleship ZakarFor the tenth night in a row, I stared at the ceiling above my bed, restless. Waiting. For her.
herWho she was, I could not say. A goddess, perhaps? A figment of my imagination? An image conjured by my brush with death?
All I knew was my c**k was hard as a rock and the softness of her skin, the tight, wet heat of her p***y chased me into my dreams until I woke moaning and sweating, forced to take my own hand to my hard shaft to ease the discomfort. It didn’t take much, one stroke, maybe two, and I came like a rutting youth.
This her was haunting me.
herEven now, during the fourth rotation, the least active rotation on the ship’s schedule, when most of my people slept, I could not r
