XXXecil s Three Hundred MillionChapter 8
The personal boudoir of the Supreme Andrologist was a cozy, plush chamber that might have resembled a ritzy penthouse at an exclusive resort hotel; but the six-foot tall sculptures of alien penises throughout the galaxy created a somewhat disconcerting ambience for me. One was corkscrew-shaped, another was bifurcated, yet another seemed to possess ribs near the surface to maximize female stimulation. So came the unavoidable question: How would the human penis compare to a female entity that...