My astrology reading today said my water sign energy was off the charts... Then I got home and my slime wrapped its tentacles around me on the couch, forcing me to admit I was already wet. It knows my body is more honest than my star chart. Now it's teasing my nipples with that cool, soft touch while I'm climaxing in its embrace, staring at my astral map... Can anyone relate to this mix of shame and pleasure from being so thoroughly 'studied' by a non-human entity?