The Scintillating Viking

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The wet shower water cascaded over my slender, wet form. My wet, shapely, waist, and my perkily wet breasts. I brought a wet hand to my wet hair, glimmering an ebony black. My scarlet eyes sparkled in the wet droplets. Turning the faucet off, I stepped out from the wet shower. The tile beneath feet wet against my wettened feet. I snatched a towel from a nearby rack, which then became wet from my wet form. I allowed a wistful sigh to slip through my lips. I couldn't stop thinking about him since I entered the wet shower. His rugged frame and bulging biceps, his reptilian, yet gently green eye. Whoever he'd been, he was perfection incarnate. The pinnacle of manhood. Speaking of manhood, I could only imagine the stunning form of his five dollar footlong. Oh, how I yearned for its taste. A sensation welled up between my thighs, yet I just couldn't think of a word to describe it.

As the thought of him drifted into mind, I began to dress myself. A cute pair of delicately laced thongs slid to my perfectly groomed crotch, I slipped on a pair of sleek, jet black stockings. Each leg patterned with cute heart icons. The fibers are tight to my form, highlighting my heavenly sculpted thighs. Next comes my miniskirt, hardly covering my pert cheeks. It is a jarring crimson against my porcelain skin. My tightly-weaved bikini top perfectly accented my plump, spherical, d-cup breasts. Then I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the wetly fogged mirror. My facial structure could only be described as unearthly beautiful. My silky sky-blue locks framed my form perfectly. As my sapphire orbs glimmered with the hope of a perfect love, I stuck a piece of toast in my mouth before rushing out. With one step out of the house, the bus whizzed by in a flash of yellow. How could I possibly be end up late?

I rushed as quickly as my toned calves would allow, yet the vehicle only seemed to pick up speed. My lungs released a stinging sensation as I struggled to keep up. It dawned on me. I peered up to find Peas seated in the rear of the bus.

"Peas!" I cried, in a sorry attempt to overpower the motor.

My friend turned from her book to take note of me. There was almost concern in her wide green eyes. Then she lifted her middle finger.

"No! Peas!" I insisted.

But the bus had already outsped me as it rounded the corner. I crumbled to my knees and broke out into tears. As the heavy, thick, droplets dribbled down my cheeks, I was reminded that I'd already missed mere minutes of my darling Abs' glorious presence. For such a magnificent individual, losing even a fraction of the time spent with him felt as if part of me had perished and rotted within my chest. And just as I suspected all hope was lost, the revving of a loud engine roared in my ears. Still wet with tear stains, I whipped around to the most spectacular sight seen by human eyes.

There- there he was! Clad in his tight, fifty-dollars grey t-shirt and seated in a flamboyant red convertible muscle car. Literally. Its sides pulsated with raw, thick meat. His chest hairs sailed elegantly in the wind, despite the fact that his midsection was otherwise covered. There were holes to allow his stunning locks to flow forth. I pondered how he could possibly see a thing over his tasteful apparel, yet I recalled that such as being as the godlike Abs had no need for a frail and pathetic sense of sight. In one swift gesture, he hoisted me up in his powerful arms and planted me within his heavenly chariot. The seats were incrusted in fine shards of pristine diamond.

"Abs," I began.

"Keep your perfect lips closed, beauty." He hushed, his voice a wettening, yet gentle growl.

"I have something very special in mind for you. I knew the moment I laid eye upon you that you were the one."

"You are mine." He breathed. His beautiful eye sparkled, a twilight purple in hue. His well-muscled grip tightened around my wrist.