He found himself wanting to be her friend, a completely strange emotion for him and after finishing the fifth chapter, he found himself wondering what...the author was like. By clicking on the name, he found the author page and was happy to find out that she was female and was around his age. He didn’t know why he was glad about that but he didn’t stop to question long, he read the information there and stared at the inviting swatch of her face. She was black and liked big, bald men. She was. “Yes ... and no. For now, until I’m much stronger and my grasp up the entirety of the earth is complete, my grasp upon my world, I’m fixed to my young growing tree and my island. I’m here, sort of ... right now, but not really. I’m more of a strong mental projection than a true physical presence and even that is costing me more strength of will than I can really spare. Later, when I’ve taken the full mantle of my powers, then I could ... and shall, assume a physical form again when needed .... With her hourglass figure and barely covered bulging bosom, she would get the attention of any heterosexual male. That was exactly why she had been chosen to ask those questions.My partner, Melanie, the blonde clearly in the question, and I looked at the two dozen contacts we’d gathered. We were graduate students studying sexual deviation, partly because of professional interest and partly because of very personal interest. We’d been fucking our way through graduate school together, as much. It felt great to let my blond hair streamout behind me, and the wind blew into the top of my dress,sort of inflating it and pulling it away from my chest. Thebreezes whipped across my nipples for all that time on thehighway. It was the most slow and gentle and effective kindof stimulation, and my nipples never lost their hardness forthe entire trip. I had given myself plenty of time to findmy way, but nevertheless, I got lost. So here I am on thedoorstep to the apartment, and I'm almost an hour.