My entire conscience was focused on the phallus fucking my bottom, its gentle push and pull movement stimulating nerves deep within me, nudging me slowly to the very brink of climax. In unison, the mushrooms buried themselves in me while the nipple caps squeezed the tender flesh. Another racking orgasm shot through me and I screamed around the mushroom, back arching involuntarily as the mushrooms fucked my helpless body. After two more orgasms ripped through me, I was being held only by the mushroom stalks, being too weak to continue to support myself. My jaw ached from the girth of the mushroom in my mouth but I continued to suck weakly, eyes closed, craving the tasty nectar that made me feel warm all over. The mushrooms pumped me tirelessly, …show more content…
The one in my bottom would slide in till I gasped, then withdraw totally, and stroke the puckered skin with what felt like a wet, hot tongue, rimming the sensitive flesh while the phallus in my vagina swirled, dipped and rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves in my pussy. My eyelids fluttered as I came yet again, my body limp and loose with the exertion. Finally the mushrooms withdrew, their caps glistening with their nectar and my juices, gently lowering me to the soft grass. I slept.
When I woke it was nearly dark, it was still raining dull and overcast. My pert nipples were still feeling sensitive and my pussy lips were still swollen. I walked to a nearby pool and bathed for a while, the cool water against my warm pussy, slowly cooled my body and dissipated the
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Apart from a torch burning near the entrance I couldn’t see anything ahead, edging through the cave and another hidden beauty among the mountains. This country has so many wild unspoilt places to see; I feel I could spend years wandering and still not succeed in visiting them all. I came across two forsworn, I killed one and she dropped a pot of boiling oil which set the other on fire, I thought I had escaped being noticed when an arrow hit the rock next to my head. I quickly chased the archer down, trying to avoid watching the bounce of her buttocks before I caught and dealt with her. Turning a corner I triggered a rock trap, only just managing to duck out of the way and dodge the falling rocks, I paused a moment to let my heartbeat slow. Three strong archers attacked me from above and I used a number of potions before I managed to kill them. I found a hidden stash below a ramp to another level, inside was some rare armour gems and potions all of which I could use or sell. Shortly after this I found the door for the redoubt proper and to my surprise this led back
In Hiromi Goto’s Chorus of Mushrooms, the intense interplay of food, motherhood, and sexuality yields a single harmonious product, pleasure, with which Naoe aims to reclaim her own complete identity.
It was an ordinary day at the bacon factory until they came. Two men in dark black suits and dark shades walked in the factory demanding everybody to leave at once. They told the workers there that they were from the F.D.A. Then they began saying that the factory did not meet health standards,and it was not fit for bacon manufacturing. I knew something was up but the worst was...i believed them.
The snowman opened his eyes to two small children. A boy and a girl standing in front of me. Dressed in fluffy jackets, mittens, and the cutest little knit caps, they were the most adorable children ever. Giggling they pressed a black hat his head. "What do you think this snowman is missing", the boy asked the girl.
Hi my name ’s Pete, I’m a goldfish the other animals make fun of me but I only have a small memory and My owners are two kids, but they are always fighting. Like right now Luke is pestering Amy, again, uh oh I think it’s getting serious, Luke has her book and is bolting right at me.
Constantakis, Sara. "Mushrooms." Poetry for Students. Presenting Analysis, Context and Criticism on Commonly Studied Poetry. 2010. Print.
The clock ticked and ticked. The time was running against her. She swung the door open and stepped on the cold floor, but she was fine because she had her fuzzy warm socks on. The scent of the roasting turkey flowed into her nose. She was ready to make pumpkin filling.
I had gone probably a little bit to far and should had some markings or something to back onto the trail. I had gotten lost I was in the woods for about a day with just me and my gun I didn't eat the whole rest of the day but I had a huge sack full of bision. I had been sitting there about twenty four hours and I heard pounding at the ground so I had to go look because it was my only way out or else I was stranded, it ended up it was some bision but while I was out there it looked a little familiar. It was where I had left and I ran for a total of proably three hours and finally saw the end of our wagon train and didn't loose my group, thank
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
And now it's time for Silly Songs with Pinkie Pie. The part of the show where Pinkie comes out and sings a silly song. One Day, while talking to Dr. Spike, Pinkie confronts one of her deepest fears... Pinkie: (singing) If My Lips ever left my mouth, packed a bag, and headed South, That'll be too bad, I'd be so sad.
He moaned the whole night through as if he had, in fact, been guilty of some heinous crime. The heavy sounds pushed their way up out of the blanket of vegetables and I pictured his mouth pulling down on the right side and his saliva flowing into the eyes of new potatoes and waiting here like dew drops for the warmth of
Her spry, Timberland-clad foot planted itself upon a jagged boulder, motionless, until her calf muscles tightened and catapulted her small frame into the next stride. Then Sara's dance continued, her feet playing effortlessly with the difficult terrain. As her foot lifted from the ground, compressed mint-colored lichen would spring back into position, only to be crushed by my immense boot, struggling to step where hers had been. My eyes fixated on the forest floor, as fallen trees, swollen roots, and unsteady rocks posed constant threats for my exhausted body. Without glancing up I knew what was ahead: the same dense, impenetrable green that had surrounded us for hours. My throat prickled with unfathomable thirst, as my long-empty Nalgene bottle slapped mockingly at my side. Gnarled branches snared at my clothes and tore at my hair, and I blindly hurled myself after Sara. The portage had become a battle, and the ominously darkening sky raised the potential for casualties. Gritting my teeth with gumption, I refused to stop; I would march on until I could no longer stand.
Mushrooms which are typically fungi, produced above ground as its food source. They are believed to be the close relatives of plant. There are thousands of varieties of this fleshy fungus. It ranges from a whole gamut of colours ranging from black to white with vibrant flavours to add to the palate of delicious food.
The primary meaning of the poem ‘Mushrooms’ is a story of the reproduction of the mushroom, from conception to birth. The mushrooms creation is described step by step throughout the poem, from its conception in the first stanza, to its ‘birth’ in stanza six. The conception of the mushroom is described as ‘whitely, discretely, very quietly’ by Plath which makes the poem feel very soft and gentle to the reader suggests that the conception is a very nice and peaceful thing. The poem continues on describing the mushroom in various stages of development and finally, in the last stanza, states that they shall ‘inherit the earth’ which suggests the unseen power of the spores that have been described in the first ten stanzas. The surface meaning of the poem is one of the growth of the mushroom and the power it holds.
Unfortunately, it was a dark and cold rainy day which made it difficult with the rain soaking our clothes and all of our equipment. But aside from that, the rain didn’t seem to bother me or anyone else for that matter. Instead we had a slight appreciation for the rain, as if it was mimicking the melancholy feeling that we felt. It always seemed as if our camping trip couldn’t come soon enough, and then when it finally did arrive it was as if it was gone too soon. As the rain started to pour down we loaded everything in the car as fast as we could and we gathered ourselves inside. We watched out the back window as we drove away from the campground, seeing it dissipate in the distance. On our ride home we all felt a little nostalgic and talked about favorite memories of the trip and what we’d do next year. The drive was about 3 hours away from our house and somewhere along the way I fell asleep on Alicia’s shoulder while listening to Taylor Swift. I remember feeling as if I was still drifting in the soft waves of the water, and the thought of that relaxed me into a peaceful sleep. When I finally arrived at home I rushed into the living room where my parents were waiting on the couch to hear all about the awesome experiences I had on my trip. After that I went into my room to call Alicia, and we stayed on the phone with each other while we marked our calendars together to begin the countdown for our camping trip next