Run in the Sun, then Pool Pussy for Chuckie (880 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 2 on 6 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Ex Lux Astrum (View user info) at 2004-09-18 22:07:43 EDT
It was hot here today. Hot enough so that after jogging for the first half mile, I had to stop and determine if I was having a major coronary event, experiencing the latter stages of heat stroke, or was just massively hung-over. Considering I was getting high again from the 86-proof fumes I was exhaling from my nicotine-oozing lungs, I quickly diagnosed my condition as Hangoverasaurus Rex.
Fuck jogging.
I beat a hasty retreat to the swimming pool at my condo for some Olympic-class wallowing on my green Swimways float.
What a glorious, clairvoyant, and medically sound decision that was.
The pool perimeter was garnished with lounge chairs. The lounge chairs were garnished with females. The females were garnished with only three tiny, triangular patches of cloth and string (buried in smooth, svelte creases and mysterious cracks), colorful nails, and fashionable sunglasses.
By this stage of my poontang preoccupations, I was garnished with a throbbing hard-on that the clear blue water and thin nylon of my running shorts were having trouble concealing. Why does a hang-over make a person so absolutely, totally, irrevocably, fucking horny???
I was watching the news this morning. It mentioned Chuckie - the 12 foot, 1100 pound alligator that escaped the Mobile, Alabama zoo after Hurricane Ivan blew the town apart. Old Chuckie was used to being fed a dozen chickens a day when residing at the zoo. Old Chuckie hasn't been found yet. Sweet freedom!! I reckon that Chuckie was sick of eating chicken, and desperately wanted a change of diet. Serendipity blew hard in Chuckie's direction, and now he doesn't want to be found. Not when he is enjoying a smorgasbord of stranded neighborhood dogs, cats, hamsters, and who knows...maybe even wayward toddlers. Go Chuckie, go.
I feel like Chuckie. The pool is my swamp. I am king of my swamp, bitch. I glide effortlessly through the still waters, my forearms and hands propelling me, my humongous erection my rudder, my red-rimmed eyes transfixed on my myriad prey lining the cement shore — my hot reptilian brain is hard at work, calculating distance and vectors, pulling bikini strings, invading moist, musk-scented secret feminine places. I almost feel my body growing scales and ridges. My cock feels like it is anchored in the turbulent, molten core of the planet....it is causing new, mammoth convection currents. The magnetic field of the earth grows stronger because of it. There are disturbing multiple earthquakes on the pacific rim. On various hot, steamy islands volcanoes are erupting- with passion.
The girls......they adjust themselves on their thrones. Sweet, unsuspecting prey. Surely they sense the danger. Surely they feel the insatiable, hungry aura that my lechery is exuding. It must be palpable - like wavy air on a hot highway or the vile stench of swamp gas.
One turns over on her back, her head towards me. I see the valley created by straining cloth between her breasts...a dark and inviting crevasse. I spy the twin tunnels created by the sacred triumvirate of her bikini bottom, flat tummy, and her pelvis bones. I want to slide my tongue in there. When she opens her mouth to yawn, I want to leap from the pool like a sailfish throwing a hook, and stuff my tormented meat down her throat. I am prehistoric. I am primordial. I am mindless, simple instinct, with a cock.
Like some creeping tide arising, I am advancing dark and deep.
Into the foaming whirlpool, helpless she'll be dragged; and during this dim descent, with my teeth, her thong shall be snagged. She struggles against the undertow, pulling away
from my reach, away from the scented sands, the beauty of her beach. She'll be tossed by cold currents, churned by warring waves, her body craving oxygen, her mind in a daze.
She'll see Poseidon's palace, coralcrafted, haunted by fish, and feel hot-hungry eyes upon her...she's todays main dish.
Come with me my darling, towards the setting sun in the west,
Come with me, and lay your head on my heaving, scaled breast.
I will reach across this restless, dark abyss, and holding you in my arms steal a sea-sweet kiss.
User Reviews
Submitted by Ex_Lux_Astrum (user info) at 2004-09-19 20:58:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Just curious....haven't seen shit in the newspapers in the past couple of days. Has anyone heard if they've found, captured, or shot Chuckie yet ?????
Submitted by nakedguitarist (user info) at 2004-09-19 13:31:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this a lot. It was going to get a +2 anyway but then the alligator in shades was like whipped cream with hundreds and thousands on a giant strawberry sundae with beautiful naked women as wafers, saying "come on, take us. take us right now with your throbbing man meat."
i so need to jack off right now.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-19 13:15:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-09-18 22:51:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
God I miss those days. King of all that I behold. Feeding on the harem that is the world of women. Then I got married.
Now I'm happy if I can sleep the whole night without the covers being slowly stolen.
Submitted by PatheticCapitalistFuck (user info) at 2004-09-18 22:23:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Chuckie's trying to hide his identity with those sunglasses.
We know who you are, bitch.
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2004-09-18 22:17:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You posted about alligators. Obviously you know that the reptilian race is soon to enslave us and take over our minds, only to make us slaves for their cermonial feedings. Actually they control our minds at this very second, and are telling me what to type into the keyboard.
Soon all of you will die and the reptilian race that inhabits the 4th parralel of time will reign.