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From: The Bawdy Bloke <john@bawdybloke.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Be careful what you wish for (Tease, Humour, Mast, Flash)
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Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 05:10:02 -0400
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I've written a number of stories on my blog recently, and have been a 
little lax about posting them to the Newsgroups. As ever, I would love 
opinions and feedback as to what I have done right or wrong.
My site is http://bawdybloke.com
Thanks.
* * * * *

This is a warning.

There is a sinister and twisted beast out there, offering to make all 
your dreams come true. And when you take the malicious bastard up on his 
offer, you better be bloody careful what you wish for.

The cloudy apparition came from a letter in the post, swirling in blue 
smoke as the rotund figure gestured wildly. I had been chosen, he said. 
He promised to make my dreams come true, bring my fantasies to life and 
so on. It sounded almost believable.

"I want to be running naked through the surf on a Caribbean island with 
a rampantly sexy nymphomaniac, unlimited beer on tap and a massive telly 
with an Xbox," I laughed, dreaming of five-star resorts and unlimited 
opulence. He disappeared into the empty envelope with a puff of smoke 
and then I felt myself dragged backwards through my wall and spinning, 
spiralling, and flying, screaming through a soulless black void as I 
landed naked on the beach.

A remote beach. A remote beach on a tiny island. A sandy beach of white 
sand on a tiny uninhabited island with the bright hot Sun. And no boat, 
or food.

My concerns disappeared the moment I saw her. Long locks of golden hair, 
swirling in the breeze as she emerged from the ocean. The surf swirled 
around her waist, the break of the water lapping at her thighs as she 
strode confidently onto dry land.

She was gorgeous. Long, flawless legs, a youthful smile and an 
insatiable lust in her gaze. The sparkle of her blue eyes was 
encouraging; the bite of her lips as she clamped eyes on my erection, 
enticing. "Excited, are we?" She muttered, stepping away from me. Her 
finger touched her lip as I went to speak, giggling with a playful 
cheekiness.

I wanted her; my feet sinking into the hot sand as she backed away from 
me, falling wordlessly onto the soft cushion. Her wet hands left a trail 
of moisture across her tanned skin, her eyes flickered, oblivious to her 
audience as the pads of her fingers swirled over her pearl.

I was motionless. My eyes were glued to the swell of her breasts and the 
heave of her panting, staring at the writhing woman masturbating in the 
midday sun.

My throat felt dry. I could taste her on the tip of my tongue. I could 
feel her firm pussy clamping around my erect cock, jutting into the warm 
sunshine as if it was saluting her hotness. I wanted her, and knelt at 
her ankles, ready to take my place between her legs.

Her body slouched against the sand, her face staring into the bright sun 
as her climax crashed into her body with deafening squeals and groans.

I looked dreamily into the moistness, waiting and wondering as I bent my 
head forward to nibble the inside of her thighs. "Hiya," I muttered, 
glancing over the top of her hairless mons. "Hi I'm ..."

"Don't," she panted, taking deep breaths. "Just watch, I like an audience."

"But ..."

"I'm a lesbian."

"You're a what?!" She licked her lips as she sank back in the abundant 
white of the beach and pushed her hand back between her legs. "You can't 
be."

"I can," she gasped as her fingers plunged back into her crack. "And I 
need a hot woman so much!"

Don't we all! I'd been well and truly tricked, by the genie. And as for 
the Xbox: it was waiting for me under a palm tree with the biggest 
television in the world, but we had no electricity. Useless; so I 
consoled myself with disgustingly warm beer from a giant, inexhaustible 
barrel in direct sunlight. The container too heavy to move, the drink 
too warm to enjoy.

We were rescued a few weeks later by a passing ship. It had been hell, 
and took two weeks to reach home, leaving my exhausted nymphomaniac 
friend and I to ponder about the "Evil Genie."

We joined a Facebook Support group on our return to England, and heard 
some incredible stories from other victims. A supermodel, who wanted to 
be "hotter,"was stir-fried in a six foot wok. And it's not just a 
twisted mind he possesses, his hearing isn't too good either. My friend 
asked for "a million quid" but now has endless boxes of smelly dead 
squid to remove from his house.

So if a genie offers to make your dreams come true be careful what you 
wish for; you might just get it!

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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