Eliza’s A Doll

Check the tongue at the very end…sci fi hottie for sure!

Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover – Buffy (Faith/Buffy)

Ok while we’re sharing our geeky fantasies I just have to interject my obsession with Faith (Eliza Dushku) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I’ll have to let E borrow my videos sometime so I can get her on the bandwagon.

“So what seems to be the trouble between you?” Counselor Troi asked in her soothing and concerned yet unemotional way.

E and I glanced at each other, neither one of us wanted to speak first.  I had to suppress a smirk.  “You’re not taking this seriously at all are you?” E demanded.

“Well come on, we’re married poly amorous bisexual women, having fun and fancy free.  Why do we need to go to counseling anyway?”  I crossed my arms in front of my chest.  I tried to disengage from the both of them but when my gaze landed inadvertantly on Counselor Troi’s deep dark brown eyes, I was drawn in.  My cheeks flushed and I suddenly felt very embarrassed to be in a room with a telepath.  But of course she was, as always, completely unflappable.

“Just trust me on this,” E mumbled between her teeth.  I could barely hear her because my eyes had moved off of Troi’s face and down to her skin tight uniform.  How could anyone get any work done on this space ship with her walking around in that?!  Just the tiniest bit of cleavage was showing but the space age spandex fabric left nothing to the imagination, exposing the perfect curves of each of her voluptous breasts.

Troi looked a little lost for a moment, “Well I’m not quite sure how to begin.  Neither one of you have expressed any problems or things you want to work on in this relationship, yet here you are.”

“Hey, no time like the present for a little tune up right?” E said cheerfully.

“Oh, like the one you got at the garage yesterday?!” I said.

“No, Silver,” she was speaking through her teeth again, “That’s the wrong story, we’re in outer space, remember?”

“Oh, right, sorry, I forget where I am sometimes.  It’s easy to do on this blog.”

Troi intervened before the conversation got any more confusing, “So I’m sensing that in fact there is a bit of jealously between you, even though you proclaim to be poly amorous?”

“Jealous?  Me?  Naaah, I’m not jealous.  Now you’re going to try to talk me into some kind of bullshit monogamy and I won’t stand for it, you hear me?  See, I told  you this was a bad idea.”

The counselor sighed and looked at E for any helpful comments.  “Well, I love Silver but we could stand to spice things up a bit.”  I watched her and she was clearly staring at Troi’s ample hips.  E and I locked eyes and smiled sinisterly.  When we looked back at her, she was the one blushing.

“Come on Deanna,” I said in as sultry a voice as I could muster, “Don’t tell me you and Commander Riker never spiced things up?”

“Well, I, uh,” she stuttered.  I liked that she was finally getting a bit flustered.  E and I reached for each other and started kissing passionately.  My pussy got instantly wet knowing that this unbelivably gorgeous woman was watching us make out.  I expected to hear her protest but when I tore myself away from E, I noticed that Troi had pulled her uniform down to expose those oh, so perfect tits, nipples conspicuously erect.  I feared my heart would leap out of my chest.  (To be continued)

“E, I’m sensing conflict in you again.  What seems to be the trouble?”

“Well Counselor, I feel that I’m losing track of my identity.  See, I have my main online identity, which is inherently sexual in nature.  This identity is kept separate from my physical identity…you know, the one that the IRS can track down.  I recently had to create another online identity that was more sanitized for instructional purposes.  I didn’t want my students finding out that E was actually me.  It’s all getting very confusing!”

“I can see where that would be disconcerting.  You long for oneness and peace.”

“Yes, you are so right!  You know everything…I’m convinced of it!”

(laughs)  “No, my dear E…I don’t know everything.  For example, what is this IRS that you speak of?”

“Oh, they’re like the Borg!”

Many of you may recall that I purchased a Princess Leia outfit for Halloween this year.  The husband and I had a marvelous time using it for role play.  Well, for Christmas this year we decided to donn our Princess Leia and Han Solo outfits for the family, as a joke on my nephew who’s a total Star Wars geek at age 4.  The gag was we were going to show up at my brother’s house “in character” asking for the young jedi knight.

All went off according to plan.  We stopped at a road side rest stop en route to put our outfits on.  While there, an older gent from South Carolina saw us and apparently thought we were Mary and Joseph going to act out a live nativity.  (I always suspected that the Force completely overlooked South Carolina, and I’ve yet to be proven otherwise!)  When we reached our destination, my nephew gave us 5 minutes of awe for our efforts, before moving on to something else.  Kids!

I accidently left the wig at my brother’s house, which didn’t feel like a horrid loss at first since the Leia buns were starting to show some wear and tear from all the sex play.  I find out a couple weeks later, though, that my sister-in-law has worn it a few times!  Really, what kind of woman wears another woman’s role-playing wig?  It’s possible she thought it was a simple Halloween outfit, but I would swear my husband let the cat out of the bag when he announced his Han Solo outfit still smelled like titty from the strip club.

So I get a package from my sister-in-law today returning a few other items that we left at their house over Christmas.  She included a note card apologizing for the fact that she hadn’t returned the wig.  Turns out her sister from Ohio came to visit and wanted to “borrow” the wig so that she could make some “pictures” for her husband.  Ok, so my wig is now in Ohio, and probably being put to use in all sorts of freaky Ohio people nonsense!

I’ve never had to yell at someone for stealing a wig before, so I’m hoping she’ll respond to reason when I call Ohio and demand that the wig be returned.  I’m planning on politely suggesting she buy her own Leia wig for sexual purposes.  May the Force protect her if I don’t like her response!

Historically, a sculpted bust of a woman didn’t include the full boobs, but in Seven’s case, I guess it was too tempting!  Think Barbie would be jealous if I added this to my collection?

Silver told me yesterday about a dream that she had (I’ll let her elaborate), which reminded me of one of my latest dreams involving  various beauties.  Silver was fighting over me with a pack of sci-fi chicks…apparently my reputation for fisting had reached inter-galactic dimensions!  Being adept at martial arts, though, Silver was able to beat them all.  Funny thing was as she kicked each one, they turned into action figure size, making them far less threatening.  I woke up quite full of myself and wondering if it wasn’t a cosmic sign for me to go action figure shopping.  I found some lovely Troi action figures…probably would make a good birthday present for myself!

Here’s what Marina Sirtis looks like now!  Hot stuff!!!!  I’m thinking the boobs might be fake, but I’m not really in the mood to care.  Any other opinions on boob authenticity?

“E, I’m sensing some frustration in your life.  Would you care to talk about it?”

“Well Troi, here’s the problem…I’ve seen some of the old Next Generation episodes, and I have to admit that in that gray stretch uniform you looked rather hippy…so I never lusted that much after you the way I have other sci-fi chicks.   But now that I’ve started re-watching the first season on DVD, I’m finding myself strangely attracted to you.”

“I see.  Do these feelings vary depending upon which outfit I’m wearing?”

“Not so much.  They used to vary tremendously.  Maybe I’ve grown up since the 90’s?”

“”It is possible that you are much more comfortable with your sexuality now; therefore, you experience attraction in different ways and for different types of women.”

“That makes sense.  So, Deanna…may I call you Deanna?…is your bush as thick and curly as your mane?”

I love old science fiction, despite the sometimes horrid special effects and thin plot lines.  My husband and I once made it a point to watch every sci-fi movie listed in the opening theme song of Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Admittedly, some of them were pretty bad, but it did lead me to Forbidden Planet, which is one of my all-time favorites.

Last night I finished up Cat Women of the Moon.  The funny part is we had checked out three other sci-fi movies from the same time period (roughly 1950-60’s), and they all had the exact same plot:  a group of men in a space ship land somewhere full of women who have never seen men before.  The alien women are then torn between carrying out some evil plot or giving into their lust/love for the men.

Hmmmm…obviously that was a common male fantasy in the mid-twentieth century.  But was it really a flattering fantasy?  All it says to me is that to find women who were enthralled with men, you had to travel somewhere where women were completely ignorant about men…implying, of course, that too much background knowledge about men kills their appeal.

I decided I’m going to take this old sci-fi plot line and turn it into a lesbian fantasy, complete with Cat Women who are so flexible that they can lick their own pussies!  Ha, who needs those nasty space men anyway!