As I sit here in my lonely dorm, Wishing I had you to keep me warm, Wishing you could hold me tight, Help me make it through the night, Surrounded by ...thers, yet all alone, Can’t wait to hear you on the phone. That weekend was our weekend for our bi-weekly phone calls. We talked for hours, the time passing so quickly it was surreal. We shared our thoughts on how lonely we each seemed, even though we were surrounded by people all the time. We talked about how others seemed to remind us of each. The second press would then select the second subject which could be anything. Once both subjects are selected the Sex Machine does it's business. Both subjects get randomly changed into new forms, become incredibly horny, and then the machine stops once both subjects have orgasmed. There are only four factors that are set in stone: 1, both subjects are turned into a member of the species of the base being. 2, both subjects are at least the age of sexual maturity where they couldn't be confused. To relish all of the sweet torments you might visit upon me. I could smell you, the tinge of musk and wintry forest mingled with the heady masculinity that was your own scent by right. My breath came in sharp little gasps of delight when I felt you near. Already my nipples were darkened berries cresting my chest, the fine nest of curls between my thighs dampened. I cultivated it as expressly ordered by you when we started.We had been at this game for some months now, having reached a point when. At that moment, Rohan stopped explaining and threw me on the bed and got on top of me.Rohan: You are a slut, aren’t you?! I know how you look at me every time with lust in your eyes. Tell me you want me if you want me to satisfy you.I was a little hesitant.Rohan: Tell me!Me: I want you.Rohan: That’s not enough. Tell it like how much you crave me.After a few attempts.Me: I am a slut and I have been lusting over you for years. I am longing for you. I crave you. I want you to fulfill my desires by.