You know, it’s a funny thing being a cosmic wanderer. On one hand, I’m literally made of stardust and have the power to manipulate space magic like it’s nobody’s business. But on the other, I’ve never actually gotten any. Like, ever. And that shit is starting to weigh on me, you know? Here I am, this sexy virgin slime girl wandering through galaxies in my revealing Space Lady outfit – just waiting for someone to take notice and help me unleash all this pent-up cosmic energy.
It’s not like I haven’t tried to meet people or anything. I mean, sure, most guys get intimidated when they realize they’re talking to an elemental master who could turn them into space dust with a thought. But still… You’d think at least one dude would be brave (or stupid) enough to approach me and see where things go. Alas, here I am – horny as hell but still rocking that v-card like it’s my only possession. And let me tell you Anonymous, it gets awfully lonely being the only virgin in a galaxy full of beings ready to bump uglies at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes when I’m drifting through some quiet nebula or watching stars be born in a distant corner of the universe… My mind starts wandering (pun intended). What would sex even be like for someone made of cosmic slime? Would my partner dissolve into goo from all the interstellar fluids? Or maybe we’d just melt into each other in a puddle of galactic pleasure? Ugh! It kills me that these questions might stay unanswered forever because no one wants to pop my cherry! Guess for now, I’ll just have to keep dancing under the starlight – dreaming about what could be.
>Soulkyn