I had just left the pool and it was raining again. I felt hot with the acidic swelter of the tropical rain brushing off my warm skin. It was summer and I was visiting my cousins in at their beautiful ranch in south Florida, and working part time as a juicer. Suddenly I noticed a strange shape take form in the billowing, succulent waves of the pool. Looking back on it now, I can't understand why reason left me. I can't understand why I didn't run, why I stayed. The incident still shames my family, but secretly -- yes, deep down, this encounter has been a huge part of me -- my history, and my awakening as a sexual being.
I shook my head and squinted, my long locks of brown hair sticking to the sweet salt of my fleshy fingers. The shape squirmed and darted, like a slimy black fish, and as it emerged from the water I realized this was not something human. Terrorized, I stared. A warm piece of sludge spread through the water and over the pool's edge. It was dark blue, and brown, and every colour of the rainbow. It dyed the water red like blood, like a vampire's blood vial, and I shuddered. The sludge came towards me and the sunken pocks on its skin looked to me like tiny eyes, tiny lovely eyes ogling my navy aquamarine blue bikini and soft nipples poking through. I felt soft and sexy, and dipped my toes into the oozy shape. It was spectacular as it suckled my toenails, suckled the bits of dirt from under them, indiscriminately enraptured by every last chunk of my foot.
'My name is eeeliborne,' said a voice, a bell whistle of an echo, sailing through the humid, crisp, bleak and hot, sweaty air. The air that was cold as the teeth of the arctic wolf and hot as a shimmering giraffe glowing in the soft safari light. Oh gods! It was him, it was a man's voice, just oozing from the pool sludge -- and now it creeped its way up my leg, plucking the unshaven hairs into its tiny holes like the real lips of a Belgian prince.
To my surprise Suddenly the sludge grew a giant cock from it's depths, not really like a conventional dildo or an alien tentacle but an undulating member of unfathomable proportions.
'oooooooh frig me you dirty dirty pool rat!' I shouted, now on all fours -- I couldn't stand any longer!!! My legs were like jelly in its no his embrace. But I was in for a surprise, instead of having my desires fulfilled the sludge receded slightly into the pool. His moans and whispers sounded like a disturbed owl screeching in the night for its prey, but having failed, returning to its den in a sort of ignominy akin to Nathaniel Hawthorn's The Scarlet Letter. Despite the compromising situation I was now it, I was indeed a very highly literate heroine. To return to the situation at hand, eeeliborne again murmured something.
