#the stutterer

[widdleguy]

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[irrfahrer]

My fav space otter, if you could get any (civilian, so no death star 4 u) space ship you wanted, which would you get?

"Ah yes, a Healer who had sworn the kriffing oath to nurture and protect all life sure would have a kriffing BLAST to get a kriffing deathstar as a ship. And when I mean, I would have a kriffing blast, I mean I would spontanous combust out of sheer kriffing disgust!", By the question Ziv promptly pinned her ears back and suddenly her pelt bristled like from electricity: "Euphf! Kriff this." She looked as if she had bitten on a sour fruit with her fluffy, soft face crumbling into a grimace.

One of Zivs by herself very much loathed features was that she was a very bad Pilot, which has several reasons but mostly because she was not able to reach into the ship with the Force as she is permanently doing with her own body to enhance her skills and sensing or the flora around her when using Consitor Sato. In the same manner herself using the Force to enhance her sensing made the Tynnan horrible sensetive to space-sickness which meant that she spended every second as soon as she stepped on a starship in a state of misery and locked in the fresher or when she got her paws on pills against spacesickness she spends this time sleeping like a corpse. Accordingly Ziv neither had the Credits to have a ship nor the will nor had she the skills to fly a starship because she would fly straight into a sun and complain about the ship in her last breath.

"I do not like starships as long as it flys it will work for me." Ziv looked as if she was talking about a rotten piece of meat she was forced to eat: "So I would chose a YT-2400 light freighter, also known as the YT-2400 transport, because its the only kriffing shell of metal I have seen often enough to remember its kriffing name. Its around 19 meters in length and 29 meters in width and could therefor be piloted by one Kriffer. Not that I woud pilot such a kriffing coffin made of metal, but at least I would only need to kriff one pilot into piloting for me you know,so eh. Also it would have enough room in a storageroom to have a garden, you know, so I could actually do my kriffing job."

YT-2400 light freighter, also known as the YT-2400 transport!

And here is the escape-capsol better visible!

[liminalweirdo]

[rosalindfrankly]

On Dicks: A Manifesto

A story for every person I've had sex with (tho not all of them have dicks)

Ch 2- The Stutterer

I was never interested in him. But I was 17 with no ID getting full service from the coffee and wine bar. Two deep glasses of red wine and I noticed him noticing me. I wanted him because he wanted me and I didn’t think anyone wanted me. We started foreplay in the guise of dancing. I was rubbing my ass on his crotch, hands behind me in his front pockets, and he was running his hands up my skirt. He asked me to go outside with him.

My back against a pillar I tried to make small talk for the length of my cigarette, but neither of us cared what the other had to say. He asked me about a ring I was wearing; it was silver with a band of dancing Kokopelli (the trickster god of fertility and music—how appropriate) I showed him and he took my hand and kissed me. I closed my eyes, felt my head spin and didn’t know if it was him or the wine or both. He grabbed the same hand and pulled me away from the bar.

Leaning against the side of some building I would later learn was used as a church during daylight hours, he kissed me again. On my knees with shirt and bra pulled down, hair wild, I gave him head. He stuttered a little when he told me he was going to cum. I told him to come on my tits and I liked the way my voice sounded saying those words. I didn’t remember the bar was full of other classmates until I pulled my shirt back on. I tried to wipe his cum off; I tried to straighten my clothes; I tried to flatten my hair; I tried smell less like pheromones in overdrive. We walked back into the bar, a few paces apart, convinced we could get away with this.

Monday morning at school, everyone knew every detail. Delighted giggles from them and tomato red blushes from me followed any mention of his cum and my tits. I tried to justify: I told them I was drunk; I told them it was his idea. I never thought to to tell them their opinion didn't matter.