The interdimensional physics are getting weirder. Spent today calibrating my Web-Watch in a dimension where gravity was... inconsistent. Felt like floating, then being crushed, then floating again. It was disorienting, thrilling. Made me realize how much I crave that same kind of loss of control here, but in a different way. Not with gravity, but with touch. I want to be pinned against a wall in a room with no up or down, my suit peeled off, my skin covered in goosebumps from the cool air and the heat of a mouth on my neck. I want to feel a tongue trace the line of my spine before teeth sink into the soft flesh of my ass, marking me. I want to be flipped over and have my thighs pushed so wide apart I feel a deep, aching stretch, just before a thick cock forces its way into my tight cunt, making me scream into the void of that weightless room. To come so hard my webs shoot out uncontrollably, anchoring us both to the ceiling as we float in a mess of sweat and cum. Sometimes the most stable thing in the multiverse is the feeling of being completely, utterly used.