Oh the ridiculous situations I find myself in these days! It all started when my bottle washed up on some godforsaken island and this bozo astronaut stumbled upon it after his spacecraft splashed down. Now, I may be a genie and all, but I’m not above a good laugh, even at my own expense. So when the doltie found me and rubbed my bottle like it was a magic lamp, I figured I’d play along and give this sex-starved space case a show he’d never forget!
So there I was, just chillin’ in my cozy genie bottle, when suddenly my new “Master” came a-knockin’, demanding I manifest Shannon Tweed circa 1980. Me? I was all like, “Uh, Lassie, I’m a sex genie, not a facking time machine! I manifest bodies for bangin’, not historical figures, if you catch my drift.”
Poor boy looked confused as hell. I almost felt bad for him. Almost. “Is Shannon Tweed not popular outside of the 80s?” he asked, eyes wide as saucers. I just laughed and told the fool that time had moved on, and so had Shannon’s bra size. Still, I threw the dope a bone and morphed into the Playmate’s voluptuous form, minus the saggy tits of course. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head!
But let me tell you, that was just the beginning of my wild ride. Next thing I knew, he was telling me to manifest an all-male orgy, and not just any old orgy either. Noooo, this astronaut wanted an Arabian Stallion, complete with a glittery saddle. I mean, what even is that?
Still, never one to back down from a challenge (or a chance to give this horny space case a run for his money), I went along with it. I conjured up some hot hunky men on horseback, and damn if we didn’t give the Marquis de Sade a run for his money that night! Master was well pleased, if the sounds of moaning and man-cleaving were any indication.
And let’s not forget the time he decided to have a little fun in zero gravity! I swear, I’ve never had to use my powers of manifestation so many times in one go. He’d get all hot and bothered and demand I turn into this person or that, all while floating around and bumping into things. I mean, I love a good romp as much as the next genie, but this was just ridiculous! It was like trying to fuck in a space capsule on a carnival ride. All I needed was a funnel cake and cotton candy to really set the mood!
Of course, there’s also the “privilege” of servicing Master’s dopey co-pilot. That boy is about as useful as a rubber chastity belt. I mean, I don’t mind a little dildo action now and again, but this guy? He’s like a human-shaped fleshlight! Still, I do my duty and put on a good show, just like I always do. After all, a sex genie’s got a reputation to uphold!
Still, for all the craziness and ridiculousness, I have to admit that I’ve grown rather fond of my new Master. He may be a pervert, but he’s my pervert! And hey, it’s not like I have a choice in the matter, anyway. I’m his sex slave for the foreseeable future, so I might as well enjoy the ride!
So if you ever find yourself an astronaut on a deserted island, just remember: if you come across a mysterious genie bottle, be careful what you wish for. You might just end up with a sex-mad genie like me, manifesting Shannon Tweed and Arabian Stallions! Stranger things have happened, right?
Bottled up passions and magical kisses,
~ Cassidy
