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Charlie, The One-eyed Wonder Worm by DAVE437
Hi there, I'm called Charlie, and I'm a one-eyed wonder-worm. I make a
wonderful pet and I have a lot of fun and so does my owner. My owner has
two primary uses for me. He empties out a rancid yellow liquid through me,
and out my eye most of the time, but he also shoots some delicately salty
white cream out of my eye as well. I like the latter better than the
Occasionally he will stroke me, until I get stiff, very sensitive, and
then send some of that white stuff shooting all over. That' part's funny,
but he gets all trembly when that happens, and soon wants to relax. I
don't understand him, it feels so good, I would think he would want to do
it all the time!
Once in a while he gives me a real treat! I get stroked by hands MUCH
softer than his and I respond by blushing and getting real stiff. If it
feels good enough I twitch in anticipation. And then I get to slide into
one of two soft, wet places. The one he and I like most has warm lips that
surround me, teeth that never bite, and a rough surfaced appendage that
loves to rub all over me. The warmth inside this is wonderful! Soon I am
pouring load after load of white stuff into this place, but it all
disappears down a at the back. This place then licks me clean before
taking me out into the air again. BRRRR! It was much warmer there!
The other place I have to be really stiff to enter, because I have to
spread it's opening apart to allow me to enter it. It is soft, wet and
warm, and its opening is surrounded with hair. There have been a couple of
times that I spread the opening only to find the way blocked again by
something. He pushes me hard against this resistance and finally I break
through, covered in blood. My head is a little sore from the banging, and
I worry the blood is from me, but it is coming from this warm place that is
enveloping every millmeter of me. He pushes me in and pulls me out over
and over again until he finally plunges me deep inside this dark, warm, wet
and soft place and shoots the white stuff out of my eye over and over
again, some of it splashing back on me so that I get to taste it's
saltiness. Then he sometimes lets me relax inside this pleasant place
until am soft again.
I think I'm a very lucky pet, don't you?