I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked my shoes off, and when I stepped out of my pants, her eyes went wide. "A person who bears a stamen!" she exclaimed.

She reached down and gently fondled my cock, making it stiffen a little. "It blooms to the touch! Is that why your nearness is so

stimulating?" "Don't you have men on your world? How do you procreate?" I asked.

"We are pollinated by the flower of the phallic vine." "And how is that done?"

"When the flower blooms and the stamen is filled with pollen, it is inserted into the style of our flower when it is in season."...