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He licked his lips, and my gaze settled on them, fixated as I considered the many ways I could explore his mouth.

I pushed those impulses aside, focusing on our conversation. “I’m sorry Cheating Asshole treated you like that. It isn’t the way a mate should be.”

“On Earth, it’s not exactly a rare experience. My dad cheated on my mom when I was younger, and sometimes I wonder if it can be anything else. Is there a lot of cheating with Furkers?”

“We don’t really have that capacity.”

“Sounds too good to be true.”

“If we had not severed ties with our previous mate, we would spend the rest of our lives in agony and despair as the sting of loneliness overtook us. Our links are very strong when we partner.”

“Sounds clingy. Is that what all the tentacles are for?”

Once again, I could feel he did not mean to be taken literally. Still, my logical brain wouldn’t allow me to reply other than: “They’re best against predators, but they do have their advantages when mating.”

A sharp sensation, like electricity, moved from Twink through me, pulsing in a way that intensified the energy between us so that I had to release him once again, but I noticed his surprise at my pulling away.

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It was hardto accept I was on a date with an alien, even when things like Daddy using tentacles on me during sex came up. When I first found out about his hidden appendages, imagining them had freaked me out, but now, sure as I was that this was a weird-ass thing to think about, I couldn’t help wondering what they would feel like sliding along my flesh.

Would I cringe?

Would I be afraid?

Would I be aroused?

I tried to push those thoughts away, but it was even more difficult when I considered that maybe I would want Daddy to come back to my place with me.

In the meantime, I attempted more typical conversation with him, which I was beginning to realize was more of a challenge than I’d considered when I’d suggested going out together.

“You know,” I said, “normally, if I was talking with a guy, I’d bring up movies or TV shows, maybe books or podcasts, but you don’t have any of those references.”

“I have enjoyed entertainment on other planets, so I understand the concepts.”

“What’s something similar to movies for you?”

“There was a recorded series of choreographed dances that would play when I lived on Hotfut.”

I assumedHotfutwas one of those placeholder words.

“It was essentially a nonstop dance between these creatures, swapping out as soon as one died.”

“Died?” I asked, horrified.

“Oh, yes. Part of the piece was this reflection on the nature of death and dying, and it was an honor to be selected for it.”

“Huh…”

“This is not the sort of thing I’m supposed to discuss on a date, is it?”

At least he was observant. “Well, I just want you to be yourself.”

“But what about the deception?”

“Stop. You’re thinking too much.”