I am a pool of black baby tears.
Every day a group of twelve guys sail inside me with their ship. Most of their names are unknown to me, but that doesn't matter. Every day they comfort me and make me feel safe. I know they're not here for me though, they are looking for a special black pearl. Oh, how desperate they are for that special pearl. They don't know that one day they'll die looking for it. On that day I'll get too eager, making everything drown inside me. I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Still, I will enjoy every single second killing them.
They're coming in their ship. The ship is made out of dark wood, and the name SM. Entertainment is carved into it. The guys are looking especially handsome today, but none of them are smiling. A member is gone, yet I don't remember his name clearly. Was it Kris? I wouldn't know. He's probably dead anyway.
Thinking about death, I am reminded that the way death leaves a person frozen and pale is truly amusing. Not to mention the extradionary moment when it takes a life. Just thinking about it makes my water flow and boil like crazy. It feels like I'm becoming moist like vapor.
Oh no.
There are furious waves in me, completely of my control. My mind has finally been given permisson to think about the good fuzzy things, but nothing comes without consequences. Not only I would have to face them, but also the sailing men.
Today is the day.
The waves keep growing bigger and stronger. Eleven boys are looking at me with fear and sorrow. I keep filling up with more and more thick water. This time it's not only baby tears, but also my own... and cum. Madness and sexual frustration is dancing inside me. My waves are bigger than ever. If only I could tell them how sorry I am.
Suddenly, one of the visibly youngest guys pulls his pants down. He has a nice melanin booty. Black clumps start coming out of his hole. The clumps float on me a little and then drown inside me.
Why is he shitting on me? It's not like I'm doing this on purpose.
Meanwhile, a panda looking guy is holding onto another boy. Panda has blonde hair and dark bags under his wet eyes. I can't tell if his eyes are wet owning to my splashing waves, or because he's crying. The grimace painted on his face and my flying water makes me think it's both.
I am so sorry.
Well not really, this feeling is like entering the gates of h̶e̶l̶l̶ heaven; amazingly unreal and beautiful.
The b̶e̶s̶t̶ worst wave is raging over them now. There is a mix of emotions radiating off the ship. Acceptance, fear and novocaine are going hand in hand on. That doesn't last for long though. My wave falls on them with a force so great that arms, legs and heads get ripped apart. The excitement that had been playing in me earlier is immediately replaced with grief.
I will always remember them.
Erupting some of the water, I taste them... and myself.
Oh how deeply I miss them, but at the same time I am comforted by the fact that I can now enjoy their bodies.
