Short Stories for the Romantically
Challenged.
Have you noticed that everyone on the Net claims to be a writer
of exquisitely sensual erotica. Well, folks, this boinkin guy is no
different.
Welcome to Boinkin Chipmunks Short Stories for the Romantically
Challenged. I promise that these writings will curl your toes and will
inflame your passion, your imagination and your uncontrolled lust.
Happy reading.
The Beach.
The evening was soft - the sky was clear
– the water – topaz blue,
rippling methodically, reflection building upon reflections – the sunset
dancing in and upon those reflections – the evening, the sky, the sun,
the heavens – all merging into one slow graceful dance.
He sat on the beach – gazing out onto those gentle pools
of surf – his mind, in fact his entire being, occupied with
singular purpose – the kind of purpose where everything in
living life, and its existence, is centered around the
merging of souls – two souls.
He saw her slowly breaking through the surf – rising out
of it as a goddess – the beauty of this woman – his woman –
the fire of their solitary desire – emerging and heading
towards him. Even from this distance, he can smell her
passion as she can smell his – their life force coursing
through each other from the beginning of time.
He watches this incredible beauty and love – the water
sheeting from her hair, her face – her eyes sparkling and
portals to the heavens – her body a work of art created by
the gods and inaccessible to them – with each taken step,
the water desperately holding onto her – gripping at her –
lamenting in its loss of having to surrender this wondrous
creature to her man.
She heads towards him, deliberately, gracefully –
droplets of water covering her body – her nakedness –
glistening like a million diamonds – the air parting and
paying homage to this woman as she passes – the sand moving
aside before she even steps upon it – grateful to be
touched and caressed by the soles of her feet. She stands
before him – both of them having, long ago and within a
different plane – a different being, surrendered in total
to each other without fear – unconditional.
He rises slowly to his knees – his eyes, his soul, his
life completely focused on the reaffirmation of their
destiny – reaching out and pulling her close to him – so
very close – to meld everything they are – everything they
will ever become – his face burying deep between her thighs
– and then the sudden inescapable cry—
“YUCK! YEAST INFECTION.”
End of Short Stories for the Romantically Challenged.
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