Fucking other humans, is nice enough,
But similar bodies did grow boring.
I wanted a change from the same old stuff,
And so it began. Captain’s log: Whoring.
The first Deltan I ever fucked was bought,
And he thought himself a lady killer.
But when I put him on my human cock,
He became a premature jizz spiller.
Not long after, on an away mission,
I met with the Klingon’s Ambassador.
And here I will speak my log’s omission,
He rode me like a seasoned commodore.
But alas our alliance was cut short,
Opposing factions we were and still are.
And so I moved on to a neutral sort,
An Orion slaver who set the bar.
With the aid of a pheromone suppressor,
He was a willing victim to my charm.
And more a sub than an aggressor,
I fisted him all the way up my arm.
When we parted ways, he was in the brig,
Of a certain Romulan Captain’s ship.
For my assistance she offered my twig,
A succulent kiss from her alien lips.
The warmth of her mouth on me--exquisite.
Prodding fingers at my hole and I came.
But her face, her smile, I did not see it.
My voice escaped but for a name, his name.
I had approached him shyly with my plea,
But alas I couldn’t be more satisfied.
As I tilt my hips and display my need,
My Vulcan’s cock is slipping deep inside.
And so my whoring ways end, computer,
And I succomb happily to my fate.
And since there is no Pon Farr recruiter,
My libido makes me the perfect mate.