Star Struck by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2003 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: A woman meets a different kind of illegal alien Her dog scratched and whined at the back door, begging to go out into the hot El Paso night. She grumbled, sliding out from under the silk sheets, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. When she opened the door she beheld a nude man, glistening as if from the rain -- except there had been no rain in two weeks. Behind him stood a second glistening Adonis, and behind him what had to be a spaceship. "You are the One," the first one said, the capital letter audible even through his odd Mexican accent. "We commmme in peeece". He held her with his eyes as his companion joined them, and the three moved by unspoken agreement into the small house as her dog ran to hide. Their hands were slick and hot; her skin tingled as they removed her clothes. When she was fully naked, they stood before and behind her, their erections stirring her blood. The one behind pressed into her, but she was calmed by the gaze of those strange golden eyes as the odd accent reassured her, "Relax... we commmme in peeece." To her surprise there was no pain, only a fullness that grew and tripled when the one in front entered her. Their blood pulsed in counterpoint to her own heartbeat and she lost herself in the universal rhythms until her legs gave way and she floated in between them supported by their strong hands. The two lowered her gently to the floor, stroking their dark-red erections over her until first one then both sets of buttocks clenched. She realized as the first hot drops hit her breasts how their accent had misled her, but lay passively as they anointed her, silver streams among the gold, repeating that mantra, "we commmme in peessss...". /END/ Endnote: Composed for the 2003 Erotic Postcard Competition at FishTank; see the winning entries at http://www.Desdmona.com/ContestWinners.asp.