The Movie Pitch Of Selina VII : The Overlord Unicorned Squirrels From Mars : The Thickening Of The Plot

We head towards the final act. Melissa has brought a dead Unicorned Squirrel to Duprez, declaring that it is an alien species. Now, Duprez in his flawed but brilliant way, is having none of it.

Forgetting he has zero qualifications to even attempt a conversation about alien species, he’s straight up in there suggesting Melissa is crazy for saying it.

Then she shows him the green blood that is oozing from the temple of the Unicorned Squirrel (which occurred when Melissa repeatedly bashed its head in with a metal tray).

Even Duprez knows that green blood can mean only one thing….Alien; well that or you really need to be seeing a Doctor.

Duprez is now all happy to accept its an alien species (not that he really had any justification for disputing that in the first place) and he wants to know more.

Despite the very intelligent Melissa pointing out it was alien, Duprez decides someone else needs to provide more information, so it’s off to the Secret Astrological Research Centre.

Yes, I know it’s meant to be secret but it’s a small town and half the residents work there. Plus there is a whopping great telescope sticking out the roof.

Duprez and Melissa leave the Police station , pushing past the crazy homeless guy still banging on about someone coming, and drive to the Secret Astrological Research Centre.

Despite it being a top secret facility owned by the Government which clearly Duprez does not have clearance for he just storms straight in because Duprez don’t give a shit. Strangely, the people paid to actually stop anyone walking in to a top secret facility don’t really put much effort into stopping him.

Inside he meets Sophie and slams the dead Unicorned Squirrel on a table. WHAM! Just like he couldn’t care less about showing a member of the public photos of decapitated bodies, he’s just waving around dead alien corpses for all to see.

“We think it’s an alien” says Duprez, conveniently ignoring the fact that about ten minutes ago he was ready to have Melissa certified for suggesting such a thing.

Sophie begins to examine the squirrel corpse saying things like ‘interesting’, ‘curious’ and ‘I wonder’ (Like with the science stuff I haven’t got the alien bits all sorted yet but these vague sentiments will be enough to make the viewer think that some mysterious shit is going on).

They are interrupted by Professor Schrinkle. He’s being all creepy and when advised by Duprez of the alien species he offers to help in anyway he can. Schrinkle doesn’t mean it because he is a creepy lying bastard.

It is agreed that Sophie would perform an autopsy on the alien squirrel because that is apparently what Astrological physicists do. Melissa agrees to stay and help and promises to let Duprez know as soon as they find anything out.

Working into the night Sophie and Melissa start talking, it will be a great way to fill in some back story without taking up much time.

Having only just met these girls are not shy of over sharing. Sophie tells Melissa about her dad who was an astronaut that went missing on a one man mission to Mars. She explains how it destroyed the family and left her with a numb feeling of emptiness all her life.

Melissa tells Sophie she is a lesbian.

They then have sex.

Hot, naked lesbian sex.

Putting aside the appropriateness of having sex in a place of work , especially one where you are about to cut open an alien squirrel, there should be nothing wrong with two women expressing their desire for each other.

Love is love and this should be seen as the most natural thing ever.

However, from the point of view of getting people to watch the movie, a hot lesbian sex scene should see it ripped and posted on a website like Pornhub.

A number of guys eager to knock one our before their wife comes home or mum calls them for dinner will watch it. They will then assume that Overlord Unicorned Squirrels is full of hot sex.

They will of course find out that it just has a pair of male writhing buttocks at the start, a solo shower scene and a bit of lesbian sex. But we won’t care because they would have paid their money.

It’s not as if someone is going to post a review on Rotten Tomatoes saying ‘Can only jerk off one and a half times to this ‘.

Anyway, Melissa and Sophie have sex featuring saxophone music, heavy breathing and the sound of a mechanical arm going back and forth.

Melissa awakes from the post-coitus slumber and wraps a sheet round her. Despite not giving a shit about the alien squirrel when she was all horny now that she has had a few orgasms she decides to take a look….. But it’s gone!

She alerts Sophie to the absence of the previously dead alien Unicorned Squirrel. Where could it be?

Back in town, Duprez is just driving around in his Yugo when he gets a call on the radio. There are multiple reports of a disturbance at the bowling alley. Reports of rodents…with horns.

“Shit!” Duprez says performing a handbrake turn in his Yugo “It’s Thursday night. That’s the Mother and Daughter Bowling Tournament Night. I got to get there”

Don’t miss the action packed next episode

The Awakening of Selina 

Introducing Steven to my alter-ego Horny Lina may have saved our relationship but it came at a price. He wanted more.

They always want more.

I did not blame him for this. No sooner had I slid off his cock after riding him hard, I was practically inviting him to do whatever else he wanted.

In the days that followed he seemed distracted, probably unsure if my invitation to experiment was real, mixed with a sense of arousal as to what he could experience.

He was coy at first perhaps not wishing to frighten me into the timid girl on her back again. They begun as subtle requests – he would buy me specific lingerie that he would like me to wear and often he would throw in lines such as ‘Could you do that thing you did the other night’.

His pursuit of his own sexual happiness meant that mine was to be neglected. Unless his fantasy required it,  any real foreplay for me was not part of the plan. Occasionally he would slip a finger inside if I was sucking him,  but I felt that was more to give his hands something to do; it was like my pussy was an erotic fidget spinner.

I was not overly concerned that our sex life now revolved solely around Steven’s pleasure. After all, it was I who had planted that seed of possibility in his head.

I felt a degree of enjoyment in fulfilling his sexual desires. I was a more than willing participant and I felt a different form of satisfaction than the elusive earth-shattering orgasm I had been seeking; it was more a carnal contentment, a pleasure derived from performing the act however good it may have been.

There was, of course, a part of me that was not totally thrilled by how our relationship had developed – Sensible Selina.  She now stood at the back of stage as Horny Lina took centre. It was Lina that was lavishing the praise and admiration of Steven and all Selina could do was watch helplessly, unable to intervene, her dreams of her perfect life fading away.

She could still have the theatre and days out but they had become a way for Steven to pass the time before he could indulge in his next desire. Often he would become impatient and distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“What do you mean there is another Act to this play. I’m horny. Look it’s Shakespeare they all die. Now let’s go and fuck”

Even when we went out to a meal,  he would eat his food so fast as if he was trying to break the world record for the quickest time to eat three courses.

“Selina come on I’ve nearly finished my dessert and you’ve not touched your starter. I want to go home and have sex. Nooowww”.

The walks in the park continued but now the trees no longer provided a romantic backdrop to a loving kiss; instead they were cover for whatever sexual act Steven wanted.

Soon, his suggestions were no longer said with any coyness but uttered as someone might suggest trying out a new restaurant.

‘Tonight darling I think we should try anal. I’ve heard it’s rather good. Judith at Number 42 highly recommends it’ 

This development of course was not what Sensible Selina expected. She knew that picture perfect life of a detached home with a garden and perfect kids was now impossible.

Even if we did marry and have children it was unlikely that Steven’s horniness would disappear.

Mummy why do we have to stay at Aunt Susan’s? ” 

“Cos your Daddy wants to tie up and spank Mummy again sweetie… Now eat your corn flakes” 

Then one day, in the usual casual  manner he announced his latest fantasy to be fulfilled.

“I think we should have a threesome”

I lifted my head up from where moments before I had been servicing his penis and replied “Sorry? What?”

“Threesome” he repeated, a horny glint in his eye as the word rolled off his tongue.

“What? Me, you and another guy” I enquired.

“Absolutely not!” He said, his eyes indicating I needed to return to what I was doing previously “I mean with another woman.”

Of course Steven wanted a threesome with me and a yet undetermined female. It made perfect sense. It was Male Fantasy 101. I was surprised he hadn’t brought up sooner.

Strangely, although I had read about many threesomes in erotica I had not had any specific fantasies about them. Likewise, I had not given much thought to being with a woman.

Perhaps my mind had drifted occasionally towards the curiosity of feeling the sweet caress of another female. At University I had even shared the odd prolonged drunken kiss but it never went any further.

Then there was the practicalities of this suggestion. Steven had been particularly vague about how this threesome was going to happen.

Was he expecting me to go out and find a girl? Just randomly walk into a bar and ask?

Hey hun…. Oooh nice shoes… Would you like to come and have sex with me and my boyfriend?”

Perhaps the potential difficulties in arranging this naughty collaboration even put Steven off, even despite how eager he had been for this to occur.

Then one day as it neared to his birthday he announced that as a present for himself he had arranged for this threesome to happen. He was still a little vague on details, only that we would be spending a night at a nearby hotel.  Indeed, little more was said about it, although as the day got nearer there was a growing excitement within him.

It became very clear that Steven had planned every moment as to what would occur, yet he failed to pass on any details to me.

When we arrived at the hotel room and unpacked he laid out on the bed the items he wished me to wear – a silk negligee that barely covered my arse and black lace top thigh high stockings.

Whilst waiting for our unknown guest to arrive I chose to polish off a bottle of wine, my plan was to replace nervousness with drunkenness.

Any anxiety I felt was not helped by Steven excitedly pacing the room, checking his watch repeatedly.  Eventually there was a knock at the door and he almost leapt towards it, opening it up to reveal a beautiful woman on the other side.

She must have been a similar age to me. She had long light brown hair, that curled round at her ample breasts. She wore a short black dress with stockings and heels.

Sheobviouslygotthememo.

Steven presented her with a small glass of wine, muttering something about there being another bottle somewhere. She elegantly walked towards me and sat down, crossing her long silky legs.

“You must be Selina” she said, her voice had a slight regional accent but I could not be clear exactly where from.  “You are such a sweetie” she continued, placing her manicured hand on my knee.

I muttered some words of thanks as I looked down at my now empty wine glass, my finger running up and down the stem.

She placed one of her hands on mine and leaned in “Is this your first time with a woman” she whispered.

I nodded and lowered my head to stare intently at my glass. I felt her finger under my chin as she raised my head to face her. She moved closer and kissed me gently. Her lips were so soft, the kiss so tender that I instinctively closed my eyes; my senses alive to the aroma of her perfume and taste of her lipstick.

She slowly pulled away and smiled but I found her lips drawing me back in closer and without thought I returned for another taste of her lips. The second kiss was more passionate, our tongues passing each other in an oral dance as they made their way into the warmth of the other’s mouth.

It felt beautiful and at that moment I would have gladly just spent the rest of the evening kissing this mysterious beauty.

“Woaa! Ladies. Don’t start without me” exclaimed Steven.

The woman pulled away giggling. Inside I was just thinking ‘fuck off Steven’.

She approached him and asked ‘So what would you like to do first”

“Well” he replied clapping his hands together “I thought you and Selina could… erm… be together and we will go from there.”

She smiled “No problem. You’re paying for it.”

I, of course, had suspected she was an escort. There was simply no way that Steven’s over enthusiastic bumbling would have managed to convince a regular girl to participate.

Secretly I was impressed by his choice. She was certainly one of those top end, high class escorts; this night would be costing him a pretty penny.

She turned her back so Steven could unzip her dress which she allowed to fall to the floor.  She kept her heels on as she returned to join me on the bed.

She immediately returned to kissing me, breaking away briefly to whisper in my ear “Just relax. Follow my lead”

I was hesitant, my inexperience of being with a woman clearly on display as I sat their frozen, not knowing what to do with my hands.

If she had been a guy my hands would be touching  all the right places but with her I was unsure. She embraced me and it felt unnatural, yet at the same time there was the growing feeling of arousal.

I was becoming lost by the tenderness of her kisses, the touch of her hand on my bare skin as it ran down my arm awoke every nerve in my body.

I had never experienced this feeling with any guy before and my nervousness was becoming replaced by desire; my hands reciprocating the same pattern over her body.

The intensity of the kissing increased, our bodies conjoined in passion moved to the centre of the bed.  I was dizzy with lust, unaware of my surroundings, only caring about this beautiful woman that I was entwined with. It was perfect. Nothing could spoil this moment.

“The breasts. Play with each other breasts”

FuckoffStevenyouprick!

I glanced over at Steven who was already in a state of arousal. Clearly he believed he was directing some porno. I suppose he had paid for all of this but still….. fucking annoying!

The woman sat up and expertly unhooked her bra, playfully throwing it over to Steven. I looked up at her, from my angle her breasts seemed huge. She lowered the straps of my negligee and pulled them down revealing my perky smaller breasts.

She lowered herself down on top of me, our breasts rubbing against each other. I could feel my nipples harden as hers circled them.  I could feel the moisture building in my panties as she rubbed her thigh against my covered pussy.

I was breathing heavily, small moans of pleasure occasionally rising from my throat as I submitted myself to the pleasure this woman was providing. I did not want this feeling to end.

“Play with her pussy”

ShutthefuckupSteven.

Her fingers curled round my panties and tugged them down. She spread her legs, running her slender fingers over my thigh. I arched my back and moaned as her fingers entered my wetness, she playfully bit my lip as I panted with pleasure.

I writhed on the bed, my hips following the motion of her finger as it explored the circumference of my wet lips before exploring deeper inside me.

Every lap round sent waves of pleasure to flow around my body. I could feel my orgasm building, I could sense the feeling of that mind blowing completion I had so desperately craved. I…

“Lick her pussy.  69”

Ohfortheloveof

She removed her finger from inside me and I let out a whimper which almost sounded like ‘Don’t go’. She stood up and took off her panties revealing her beautifully shaved pussy.

Moving to my head she straddled me and in the shadow of her thighs I could see her lips, tantalisingly hanging slightly down.  My view became clearer as she lowered herself down until I could see nothing…. Only feel.

I hesitantly explored the darkness with my tongue. Deprived of sight my other senses rewarded as I tasted her sweetness.  My tongue returning for more as she rotated on my face.

I then felt something alien between my legs, the softness of a female tongue.  She retraced the journey her fingers had made only moments before. This time the pleasure was increased.

I had been close to orgasm with just her fingers and I knew that it would not be long now.  I could the pleasure of her tongue and of her breath,  blowing gently on the beads of moisture that formed.

If Steven was talking like some horny teenager I could not hear him; her thighs providing the perfect solitude to his incessant talking.

I wanted this feeling to last forever, spend eternity in a never ending cycle of this gratification .  It was intense, that perfect moment when your mind and body combine, each perfectly reacting to one another as every nerve, every cell is bathed in the flow of pleasure that moved up my body.

It would be wonderful to remain in that perpetual state of bliss but one cannot.  I reluctantly surrendered to the finale of this thrill.

I came hard.   My body shuddered as pleasure flowed from between my legs into the gracious mouth of my host.  I roared my loud approval inside her.

During my orgasm I had no concept of time or place. I could have been anywhere. The final throes of my desire seemed to go on forever. Maybe I was going to be afforded this permanent bliss.

Then it was over.  I was returned to the light as she emerged off me. I rolled over, still breathing hard, my eyes closed, desperate to savour every moment.  I had never experienced this feeling at the touch of someone else. It was perfect and…

Then Steven stuck his cock in my mouth.

Hard from the show he had been directing he thrusted back and forth. Still exhausted I could not move, my mind and body still discussing what they had just experienced.

Then he was out of my mouth as quickly as he had entered. The sound of my own blood flowing through my head I could make out the faint noise of wet slapping and Steven’s over enthusiastic groaning.

He was fucking the escort!

I probably should have been concerned. Maybe I should have said something but I lay there content.. satisfied.

As my eyes became heavy and I was rocked into gently slumber by the movement of the bed I did not see it as a problem.

I know I ought to have but little did I know then I was going to have a much bigger problem.

Steven fucking another woman that could destroy our relationship.

This other problem on the horizon could destroy everything.

Up next…..Shame

The Dreams Of Selina 

This is an interlude from the continuing story of my life, don’t worry a new chapter will be up by the end of the week (hopefully) .

Those who follow my ramblings on Twitter will know that I am abstaining from sex for the month of September.  However my timeline is filled with naughty stuff and also with working on my blog I am certainly not foregoing all forms of naughtiness.
It was therefore inevitable that I would start to have these wonderful vivid dreams. In my very first post I referred to a part of my mind where I store all my fantasies and desires.

My chosen chastity has opened that door and as I close my eyes for blissful slumber a more erotic form of bliss fills my thoughts.

Let me take you into my sub conscious mind…..

I’m in a bright room sparse of any decoration save for a solitary couch.

Sitting at one end is a beautiful lady adorned in a bodysuit that accentuates her cleavage.  Her long heavenly legs are adorned with dark nylon finished off with black heels that shine in the brightness of the room.

I can see myself, naked save for a pair of tights, nude,  hiding none of my modesty.

I walk slowly towards the couch. She sits there, her beautiful legs crossed, gently holding a glass of wine in her slender painted fingers.

Not a word is spoken between us. Our eyes meet and her pink lips,  so beautifully framed with her long brown hair, breaks into a smile.

I slowly begin to kneel down, my hands on my thighs as I watch mesmerised as she dangles her heel from her toe whilst slowly running her finger round the rim of her wine glass.

She allows her heel to drop from her toe, the sound as it hits the floor momentarily breaks the silence that fills the room.

As the heel finally rests the silence returns. The unmistakable sound of anticipation, of longing, of quiet desire.

My eyes meet hers once more, a longing stare filled with lust and want. She gestures down to her foot which hovers tantalisingly close to my mouth.  Even though her nylon is dark I can make out her perfectly pink painted toe nails.

My mouth feels dry yet my lips are wet with anticipation. My tongue instinctively emerges from my mouth rolling across my top lip.

I lean forward and kiss her toe, a gentle kiss that is repeated for all five of them. It is a one of desire that continues over the top of the foot.

My mouth’s exploration follows this gorgeous foot round the side, over the arches, down the sole before I return to her toes, satisfied that due appreciation has been given.

I look up at her. It is a look of reassurance which is rewarded as she blows me kiss.

I take her toes into my mouth. The feel of her silky toes passing over my lips sends a wave of pleasure causing me to let out a deep satisfying breath.

My tongue circles around her covered toes as my fingers gently caress her arches. She pulls them out from my mouth causing a long wet breath to emerge which morphs into a long moan as she traces the outline of my lips with her toe.

She slips them back into my mouth and her other foot which presently had been neglected begins to run across my leg, over my thigh until it rests between my legs.

She gently moves her toes back and forth, the thinness of my nylon offering no resistance to the pleasure I feel.  My body shudders causing me to take her toes deeper into my mouth.

I can feel the dampness of the nylon pressing against me as I gratefully welcome every wave of pleasure I receive as her toes pass over me.

Those beautiful toes pleasing both my lips. I let out stifled moans of pleasure. My wetness transferring onto her dark nylon foot, glistening as it re-emerges before making the return journey in-between my legs.

She varies the speed of her exploration. Sometimes circling around that concludes with her big toe pressing against my bud. This would be followed by quick thrusts, all met by welcoming breaths of pleasure from myself.

I can do no more than to try and reciprocate the pleasure I feel by attending to the toes in my mouth.

The pleasure builds until I am unable to take anymore. My body shakes and a muffled roar confirms the wet conclusion to her exploration.

I flop satisfied to the floor and I can see the two beautiful objects of my pleasure. One wet with my saliva, the other shining with a far more erotic substance.

I kiss her foot tasting myself as I slowly begin my ascent up her legs. Those desirably long legs. I kiss round her ankles, over her calf. Taking my time to enjoy this journey.

The route  to the top seems to take forever but I was certainly not complaining. There was nothing arduous about my ascent up this statuesque beauty.  Indeed, the owner of these legs also seemed to enjoy the attention they were receiving.

I reach her thigh and kiss all around. My desire wants me to continue round, to part those beautiful nylon legs and repay my appreciation for the attention she showed me moments ago.

But I continue, up past her belly, playfully running my tongue between her cleavage and then I am by her mouth. I lean in and kiss those perfect enticing pink lips, my tongue slipping inside the warmth.

We lay there on the couch our nylon legs entwined, our tongues dancing. Our hands caress each other as we kiss, my hand moving over her silky buttock. Our toes running up each other’s foot.

As I welcome with anticipation the next act of this erotic production the image begins to fade.

I want to stay but my sub-conscious has decided that I have seen enough tonight.

The image of these two nylon clad lovers embraced on the couch moves further back into the distance until I can see no more.

As I witness the couch, myself and the mysterious nylon beauty fade nothing remains but the brightness: the dampness of my sheets, as I awake, the only reminder of the events that just played out before my eyes.

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