It was incredible how everything in that world felt real. Even though it wasn't my body there, both my sense of touch and my clothes perfectly replicated how I would be in the human world. I had never stopped to think about that before this last visit, first because of the food Freya had given me, and now because of her body.
Freya's body was beautiful and very curvy, stirring my imagination just by looking at it. Her scent was sweet and hypnotizing, drawing me in like a bee captivated by a flower.
Freya was sitting on my lap, her soft, shapely thighs pressing against mine, while the open slit of her dress exposed her gorgeous legs.
My hands held her by the waist, and Freya's arms were wrapped around my neck as she stared at me intently, amused by how paralyzed I was by her physical beauty. Especially her plots.
"You really like these, don't you?" Freya said, referring to her bazoombas.
