Wisteria's Longing

Excerpt:
Having sex two times a day for the last one hundred years might seem impossible to some. For me, it was a requirement to remain alive in my quest for the perfect mate.
I was a Spinxivar—one of the chosen few from my planet, Flaxinia, that consisted of three clusters: Emotion, Monogamy, and Fertility, which were to mold into one upon completion of each mission.
My name is Wisteria, and I was to rule cluster one upon conclusion of my assignment. So far, the man I was to capture had eluded me despite endless attempts. Let me tell you, it wasn’t a good feeling for a Spinxivar who could bring a man or two to his knees with one flash from her eyes. It was my gift—one seductive gaze from my eyes would paralyze them into a submissive trance.
By night, I lived in a world light years away from Earth. By day, I chose to monitor a drawbridge over the river of Mississippi . Not that anyone noticed. I was invisible to humans unless I chose for them to see me.
Today the sun was glistening off the smooth waters of the Mississippi , making for a lazy summer afternoon. Traffic had been slow, and ferry boats were drifting along at a leisurely pace, sporting vacationers and local patrons wanting to cool off in the sultry breeze.
I was giving it five more minutes before I zapped the sensor to force the bridge to go up. I did that from time to time in order to listen in on people. Being telepathic, I found it fascinating to delve into the minds of humans—especially the men’s. It was often how I chose my quota of sexual partners for the day.
Warning lights flashed, and a cherry red BMW applied its brakes, halting its movement right before the line drawn on the pavement. Oh this one was a fine specimen indeed. Dark sunglasses nestled against the bridge of a perfect nose and impatient fingers tapped against the steering wheel. His thoughts were scattered and edgy.