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'evolving' samples
A twenty-two year old cam-girl from Colombia drips perfection, her face shining with 1950’s movie star glamour.
Living in poverty, she masturbates online to earn quick cash.
Night after night, I spend way too much time and money, fixated, watching and listening to this highly intelligent young woman.
We talk about her life, dreams, and struggles.
Life can be hard deep inside her country, so difficult, that she has never had enough money to do a very simple thing – travel to the coast and sit on a beach.
Naked, full of beer, on opposite sides of the planet, eclectic music pumping, we share fantasies deep into the night.
Our fantasy,
beyond absolute paradise,
two people,
living on an island,
with a beach,
a waterfall,
a hut,
in peace,
and absolute happiness.
Late one night, online in a sex-studio, naked with wet, red eyes, she writes an unforgettable line about floating on cleansing ocean waves.
*****
The girl is a creative champion.
The world changes fast, she becomes the robot dictator of the whole world, wearing nothing but a balloon skirt, no knickers, no bra, leading the world into prosperity through heartfelt dictatorship.
Standing high on a platform orbiting Earth, speaking to the remaining organic males below, “C’mon boys,” she says, “do you still want to chase those arrogant, organic girls? those bleeders? those wipers? or… do you want a robot girl that’s forever fresh… Hey, when a robot girl farts or queefs, you’ll always get that new-car-smell,” she winks.
NASA has sent an accidental invitation to a sex party, via a bronze plaque attached to the ancient Pioneer spacecraft.
Two sparks are floating in space – two, very curious aliens.
*****
Studying the plaque, an aliens says, “Look at them, the people on the plaque, they are both naked.”
“Hmmm, clearly… it’s an invitation… an invitation to… what? on their planet,” the other alien replies, excited.
“Clearly naked…. hmmmm, yes, interesting,” the other alien replies, having completely forgotten what it feels like to have a physical body, “clearly… then, this plaque, this plaque is an invitation to a… to a sex party… on their planet,” it replies, very excited.
“But… look, the person on the left, it has some sort of ‘prodding tool’ hanging down from its, ummm, middle area.”
“Gosh,” the other alien replies… confused, “the one on the right, it doesn’t! It has NOTHING there, in the same area, nothing at all… how can this be?”
*****
Two aliens, deeply in love with each other and the excitement of exploring the Universe arrive on Earth.
Fucking with the intensity of hot mangoes roasted by a cum-bucket sun, they don’t give a fuck about anything.
*****
“It’s nice to have a body of blood and flesh again,” he says.
“Hmmm, stinky junk,” she replies, desperate to fuck with the freshness of sunshine mangoes.
““LETS FUCK”” they say, drops of salty water smashing sun-filled eyes.
*****
Far away, outside a small wooden Church, people with horses pulling wooden wagons gather.
Sweet as pie, a girl from conservative Jawawa jumps to the tropical freedom of Balianne.
Two moons circle in the sky above her while she tries to find happiness.
Torn between the spiritual comfort and endless warmth of GoldMoon, and the hot cash and physical thrill of PurpleMoon and its sticky bukkake.
The sweetness of her soul and the heat in her blood filled pussy quickly slide into a wonderful truce.
Women who have used sex-lies for revenge are sent to a misty island where the moon never sets.
Men who’ve been violent are also sent to the island, free from all rules and all laws.
Steamy jazz plays 24/7 in the only bar, big black men with huge-horn-cheeks huffing and puffing in a never-ending gig.
One small island,
with one loud bar,
under a moon that never sets?
*****
It was a long time ago, wooden propellors filled the air.
An ‘island-life-girl’ creates astoundingly serious lies, hiding her dirty secrets under a suspicious moon.
A man with metal in his pants is determined to destroy a lying female, by holding that metal hard on her forehead,
“click”
Two, nineteen-year-old, homeless, nudist girls are bored with the hassle and ridiculous expense of modern life.
Wandering, camping along windswept beaches, they see a lonely campfire and listen to a story.
At sunset they challenge a stunningly attractive muslim girl from Somalia by having ‘soul-sex’ with the ocean, the stars, and a tiny-tongue ocean breeze whispering across the sand.
Will the islamic girl from a broken country realize that she is not ‘right’ about everything?
Can a man who wins 150 million dollars buy her soul?
She’s beautiful.
She’s intelligent.
*****
The ocean’s agenda becomes warmer with each wave.
A Lion on the beach listens to boys on minarets singing the call to prayer.
A new day in a new world.
*****
Stealth-camping and bike-trekking on beaches for four and a half months in Western Australia was tough.
Perth, Esperance, Albany and Denmark – so many beaches, so much sand and wind.
Sometimes it was fun, but dealing with the heat and the cold and the sand and the wind and the loneliness was difficult.
Ohhh, the loneliness…
One afternoon sitting in the sand dunes, I was feeling moody because I’d failed to connect properly with a insanely interesting, exotic woman in Perth. The bright sunlight had glowed on her stunning, pure Somalian, blacker than black smooth skin and islamic dress.
On the beach, in desperate solitude, I finished pitching my tent in the dunes.
Under sublime sunset and a gentle warm breeze, two young white women arrive, with no tent, and a very large bottle of The Kraken rum.
*****
One night,
two young white girls,
disappointed and bored with this expensive country,
escaping to deserted beaches,
to the sun,
the wind,
the fire,
and the night.
Under soft campfire and billions of stars,
slowly licked,
gently tickled,
by an infinite,
silky,
long-tongue ocean.
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