Parasitic Love by Tigerstretch
This absolutely fantastic parasite fetish story by Tigerstretch follows Allison and a special little parasitic creature she caught during her last trip to Brazil. Initially being extremely frightened of the creature, the two get closer quite easily after her parasite, now named Skylar or just Sky, helps Allison “relieve” some of her stress. Bit by bit, Ali relies more on her intimate partner, and they go through all kinds of sexual adventures. And with Sky slowly growing to a larger size, Ali gets to life out her wildest fantasies with her ever loving slimy parasite.
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"Mmph!"
Stupid suitcase. It was so full that it was hard to lift it on top of the bed. Back from a two-week trip in Brazil, I may have brought back a bit too many souvenirs. At least I had fun and got to do pretty much everything I had planned, including a lot of sex from the locals; traveling while single was awesome.
I stripped naked and jumped in the shower to get rid of that layer of dry sweat that I had brought back with me. It was so good to finally be home and to enjoy MY shower that I had missed so much. It was not like the one at the hotel, and certainly not like the one in the jungle when I spent four days visiting ruins and shit.
This nice body wash scent restored my femininity as I inspected my body to see how much damage those restaurants had done. Not too bad. I was still skinny and cute, my boobs were still little and soft, and my ass round and suitable for slapping. I got quite a tan over there, though. I should try to preserve it.
After emptying my hot water tank while singing, I wrapped myself in a giant white towel and returned to my bed. I unzipped the suitcase and sighed. I had no more clean clothes to wear. Everything I owned was in my luggage and was all dirty. Tonight, I would sleep naked.
Slowly but surely, I separated the dirty clothes from the souvenirs I bought back. I already regretted having purchased half of those items, but I could always give the useless ones to my friends and family. No big deal.
I put the empty suitcase in the closet and laid down on my bed, exhausted. It was very late already, and as soon as I shut my eyes, I passed out for the night, surrounded by all those objects representing good memories. It had been an excellent trip bearing no regrets...
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