Another day another dollar. Thanking god you're finally home, you check your answering machine.... damn...that cute redhead you gave your number to at the convention still hasn't called. It's been about two weeks now, and you thought that you had hit it off with her, but you guess she was just being nice. Great, looks like the Internet is your date again tonight.

Booting up the computer, you check your email. The usual junk waits for you, nothing but ads to make your penis 10 inches long and sell you insurance at unbelievably low rates. You check one of your favorite sites to see if there are any new topless pics. Looking through the models, you find a girl.

"No," you say to yourself, "that's no girl, that's a Woman."

Flaxen yellow hair cascades down a laughing face that could launch ten thousand ships. White skin of one who doesn't spend too much time outdoors is lightly freckled by the suns golden touch. Her generous bosom (at least 36C by your reckoning) is barely held back, and barely concealed, by a tiny white bikini. The straps gently biting into her supple flesh. Pink nipples lie just visible behind the thin fabric. She is sitting back with her legs just slightly enough apart that the thong can be seen delving into cleft between her cheeks. The material rises up in an attempt to cover the mound of her...oh man, you can't take this anymore.

Frustration boils over and you mutter, "Gods above, I would give my first born child to be with a woman like that."

The image of the women winks and says, "That can be arranged."

You mouth drops open in shock and stare at the screen.

The woman leans back and says, "Don't worry you haven't gone insane. I'm real. And if you give up your first born", she smiles coyly over the word, "then just say 'yes' and we will be able to begin"

Dumbstruck is the perfect word to describe you at this moment. When you finally gather yourself up to speak, you stammer out "Wha...who...who are you?"

The woman stretches back. Her breasts rise, making them seem even bigger than before. She relaxes and gives you long look over her stunning form.

"I have had many names, but I have always been fond of the one you men gave unto a planet to honor me. You may call me Venus." She stands up and laughs; the musical sound of her laughter causes a slight stirring in your groin. "I like this form, it's real, not one of those man made silicone dolls. But, I can take any form you wish, I can even change you, if you want. However, let's not get ahead of ourselves, before you can experience pleasures greater than any man has felt in many ages of mortals, you have to agree to my terms."