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It was six months now since my “episode”, as I liked to term it. I had started to tell my friends about what I had experienced, but their reactions were such that I soon decided to keep quiet about it. My memories were as sharp as if it were yesterday, and while I continued my usual like of work and play, the occasional sexual encounters that I had left me empty and wanting. It was, altogether, a poor state of affairs. One night I was in my bed, thinking about that day and slowly masturbating, my finger s trying in vain to replay the feeling that she had given me. As my climax approached I should have felt elated, but I just felt depressed. I eventually fell asleep, but the whole of the next day this sense of despair continued. By evening, pressed like sardines on the Tube, I was practically suicidal. No longer did I dream of her, I totally hated her for showing me what I could now never ever have again. I am not the sort, though, that could ever take the easy way out, so after drinking half a bottle of scotch, I sat at my desk and surfed the internet for porn. Anything to help numb the awful combination of longing and need. I found the usual stuff, watched a few of the vids, and then changed to a pop-up window that my browser had been unable to prevent. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were cartoon images of people (?) very similar to the Xanth. It was, of course, a Japanese Anime site, but the images seemed so very familiar. There was an email address, and I hurriedly sent a note in English asking for more information about who had created these cartoons. I didn’t get any immediate message, so I finished off the bottle of scotch and just made my bed before I dropped down in a drunken stupor. The morning was terrible, my head hurting and my vision blurred. Once more I cursed my situation, and after a large black coffee, staggered off to work. The day passed interminably, Ankara escort and I really got little done. Then back to my flat, where I drank almost a half-litre of sparkling water straight down, and started to feel better. A quick phone call to my local carry-out brought me a decent Indian meal, and the rest of the bottle of water restored me to an almost human state. Opening my laptop and the mail system, I saw among the usual advertising stuff, an email from someone I did not know, and was just about to delete it as spam, when I realised it was a reply to my note of the evening before. It was the Japanese website owner, and he advised me in rather broken English to go to the same place as I had been when my adventure started, and at the same time. He didn’t say how he knew, or anything else, but in my depressed state I knew I would try to do as he suggested. The next day was a Saturday, so I joined the usual crowds of tourists and shoppers in the Strand at 3pm, as close to where I had been as I could remember. The clock ticked on and nothing happened. Was the Japanese guy playing with me? I could only hope not. On Sunday, I was back there, at ten minutes to the hour, and stood like a statue while the mass of people surged around me. Then “it” hit again, exactly as it had before, and I ended up in either the same or similar room to where I had been before. But I was alone! As soon as I opened my eyes, I expected to find her but she wasn’t, nor did she come, as I was left alone until nightfall, when tiredness overcame me and I “made” a bed from the floor. I woke as light started to come, a pseudo dawn, no doubt, and I was starving, not having been able to find the door last night. This morning, though, I must have pressed the right part of the wall, or maybe it was now just enabled in some way, but I was able to find the Ankara escort bayan hallway and follow others of the Xanth to the refectory. I got some food from the counter and tried to talk to some of the Xanth who were sitting nearby, but they just waved their hands and seemed unable to understand me. They weren’t dismayed by what to them must have been an alien in their midst, so I guessed that this wasn’t so unusual. I wandered around outside like last time, and then returned to the apartment block, and the room I had left. The door closed behind me, and so sweet was my surprise when I heard “I’ve missed you” come from the bed. A head peered over the site and smiled at me. “Is that you, my pussycat?”, I asked. “It certainly is. Where were you when I arrived?”, I asked. “It had been so long that I really wasn’t expecting you. It was only when a friend saw you in the refectory that I knew, and came straight away”. “I don’t understand”, I told her, “I don’t understand at all what is happening”. “I don’t know how it works in detail”, she said, “but it seems that we can open a door in your world, but it only stays open for a very short time. A number of things can trigger the door opening, such as extreme emotion, or extreme need. We can observe who is passing the doorway, which is how I came to find you in the first place and my emotional reaction to you caused you to be taken through the door”. “Last time when we made love, you drove me to such a level of ecstasy that I caused the door to open and you fell through. I should have asked the people who run the systems to put a lock on it. I hadn’t even told you how to find it again, but somehow you did, and I am so happy”. She leapt over the side of the bed and landed on me, and before a moment had passed she was kissing and tearing my clothes off me. She brought me to a rock Escort Ankara hard erection in minutes as she stroked and sucked my cock, the fur on her body stimulating me just as it had before. I turned round and started to lick her, her taste of almonds surprising me, and started to tongue fuck her tight hole. She responded beautifully, the purring that I had remembered and which had filled my dreams growing in pitch and volume. Then I took her arms in my hands and lad her back so that I could slide my fat hard cock deep into her furry body. She was delightful, and as I started to build my pace, a thought occurred. “Have you locked the door”, I asked. “Of course, I don’t want to lose you again”, she murmured, “oh yes, keep that going, oh, your cock head is so fat and big, it is giving me, oh…aaah….such….ooooh……….”. An orgasm hit her, hard and long, her love channel clutching and milking my cock, so tightly engulfed within her. I did not need to move, her body worked on me as her pleasure just seemed to increase, growing and growing until I exploded inside her, emptying my balls along my cock, shooting hot streams of cum into her. Each spurt caused her to react, gasp upon gasp, and then as I slowed, a growling sound came from her throat, a deep deep purr. We stayed in the room for what I guess must have been the rest of the evening, as I explored her body and she mine. She did have breasts, but very small and flat, though when aroused her nipples poked through the layer of chestnut fur on her body. Her anus was a little further back than in a human, the perineum being longer and more rounded, also furry. When I touched her there, she asked if this was normal for humans to explore this area. I told her that some of us did, and that sometimes we even used that opening for pleasure. It appeared that the male of the Xanth did not have the penile strength to enter, though they did stroke and play at times. When I described in detail that anal sex was an age-old practice, not just between male and female but also between males, she was highly amused by the last. Homosexuality just didn’t seem to be a part of their culture, but for no reason as far as she knew.

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