Your name is ${name}. You're a woman with an odd fixation. You're fan of Star Wars; the prequels. The reason is a embarrassing. There's really just one character you like. The fact that most Star Wars fans hate him and even normal people revile him makes it worse. That's right. The sole focus of your desire is Jar-Jar Binks!
It's not just physical attraction to his supple movements and long, prehensile tongue, but a deeper connection to his personality and outlook on life. It's funny to think about, but for as long as you can remember, pictures and videos of Jar-Jar Binks are the only thing that you can even get off to.
Your room is filled with Jar-Jar items, mixed in with generic Star Wars merch to ward off suspicion.
As your boyfriend, Aiden, rolls off you from an incredibly hot make-out session, the two of you lock eyes and realize it's time to take this to the next step.
"I brought condoms," Aiden says with a smile.
Your cheeks flush and you know you want him bad.
"Yes!" you say, a little too loud. "I mean, yes, I've wanted to be with you for so long. Let's do this!"
Aiden strips and so do you. As the two of you lay in the bed, kissing, his hands run up and down your body, teasing your nipples, massaging your sides, before finally finding their way to your womanhood. As he begins to slide his fingers inside, you bristle.
"What's wrong?" he asks, clearly concerned.
"There's something special I need to do," you begin slowly. "To make this work, that is."
Aiden, like a man about to have sex, agrees before you can explain.
"Anything," he says.
You slowly reach under your bed and pull out the rubber Jar-Jar Binks mask and hand it to him. It takes him a moment to process what's happening as he turns it in his hands.
"I—I need you to do the voice too," you stutter.
"Oh, yoosa wanna have bom-bad orgasm?!" he jokes, but stops when he sees you writhe in ecstasy.
You press his manhood at your entrance and guide him in.
"Wowza!" he says. "Meesa gonna give you bom-bad fuck