Commander Nova-Claire’s Log, Stardate 48291.2

I’ve been on this mission for nearly two years now. I braced myself for the isolation, but I never imagined I’d end up this fucking horny! Finally, after all this time, I picked up a signal. We’ve been exchanging transmissions for over two weeks now—and just hearing his voice makes me moan uncontrollably. I want to be fucked so goddamn bad!

The ship’s been keeping me satisfied up to now, but I crave the real thing. We’re supposed to rendezvous soon, and I hope he doesn’t make me wait too long. I often spend, the entire day masturbating while replaying our communications. I hope he’s big enough to satisfy me; I don’t give a damn if he’s human or not—I NEED dick. I NEED to be fucked!

That’s it for now. I need to shower. The anticipation of waiting for him always has my pussy dripping wet.

Commander Nova-Claire, out.

To be continued...