Apart from the scene's sensualities, the sight of three playful girls, lips enclosing around the strawberries, tongues fondling the redness while the assisting suction of indrawn breath convinced the fleshy fruit to release the fullness of its juices to mingle in the mouths, there was also something horrific about it. The boys at the party, of course, felt wildness rising in their blood at the oral-erotic sight of it. Captain Phrang, on the other hand, shuddered while watching his men die by such devourment. An hour earlier they had all cheered with euphoric glee as their cantaloupe-like space vessel swooped in over the strawberry patch. They saw row after row of their kind, lined in the traditional parallel lines signifying welcome in their green watermelon world. They landed in a garden, their cantaloupe blending splendidly with the abounding floral colors. Through the wide patio window of the nearby structure they located the bowl of their fellow beings. Captain Phrang sent his three ripest men to make contact. They had commenced mingling in the bowl of strawberries, when one by one, the huge voluptuously-lipped creatures began plucking them from the coliseum-like container. He winced with each enclosure of lips around one of his men. Pacing nervously up and down his cantaloupe craft he wondered how in the world he would ever explain this to their wives.
Story #255
16 comments:
I don't think his superior, General Tomato, will be too pleased either.
Du bist verucht!
My German is very, very primitive. I hope I got that right.
Ich sprechen nur ein bischen Deutsche.
Jamie Dawn, whatever Indie says about your German, your skills as a diagnostician are perfect.
Indie, I love it.
Wiesdo: I wonder if you heard of the CBS Radio Workshop radio play "A Pride of Carrots" or "Venus Well Served". Kind of a cold-war satire (mid 1950's) about an astronaut's trip to venus and how he falls in love with a lovely carrot. As I recall, the tomatoes were the commies. And there was definitely a general tomato.
Ariel: Rollen zur Zweit macht mehr Spass. I'm actually quite optimistic. My muse is rather cynical, though.
Ashlee: Come back any time. Your erotic poetry is rather tasty.
Jamie: It must be true what you say. I've heard the same thing from several girlfriends. But in a positive sense, which is how you meant it, too. Right?
Doug: Thanks.
Your imagination never fails to amaze.
Of course
*smiles*...i feel sorry for captain phrang already. i love the way you write. with you, there's no such thing as writer's block,is there? :)
Speak of the devil. Actually not writer's block, but I 'm holding a two day presentation at work, and there was no time to write a story for today. (And thanks for the compliment. I'll try to keep it up, whatever "it" is.
Hope the schülung is going well. Do you bring found photos in the room for when you need an anecdote?
OMG! What a hoot. Do I get bonus points for being lucky enough to be eating such a cantaloupe-like vessel at this very moment?
Hi Livewire: Only if you share a slice with me ;-)
Hi! A really hard decision to make! But..what would happen if the wives had some other hidden acitivities of the kind?? Anyway they'd be widows and there would be no problem at all if they were discovered!
The barbarians must be punished!
And I volunteer...
Mush: Looks like the natives should be on the lookout for magic mushrooms.
M.P.: I think the strawberry wives are off fooling around with the turnips.
I love your stories, I love the idea. I heard about your blog from the "The Master Smiled"- guy and now you are on my blog-roll aswell!
do you read tom robbins and wish you were him?
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