Slick as Oil

Walter Flumb was an ordinary man.   He worked for Cyrus, a “recycling” company that extracted oil from plastics, land fills, the ocean floor, and trees. Any hint of oil was pursued with technological abandon and promotional mendacity.   Walter was a company courier, one of several hundred who were sent around the planet with information in pouches handcuffed to their wrists. Walter saw first-hand the oil retraction operations in use by the Cyrus Corporation.   He never fully understood what he saw, but he knew that devastation followed after every Cyrus extraction.   Recycled plastics turned to toxic sludge.  Land fills became poisonous swamps.   The oceans turned black.  A new Earth was born under the tutelage of Cyrus.   The impact of the change hit Walter after he fell in love.   It was deep, abiding love with a femme fetale.  He could not help himself.  She was extraordinary.   Making love to her was like a trip to another world where every sensation was multiplied beyond ecstasy.  Walter could never fully embrace his new love.   She was too big for him.  His arms strained to get around her corpulent form.   They slipped on her oily skin.  Still he loved her.   He was addicted to her sour breath, steaming with the dregs of dying oceans.   Walter craved the burning stings from her lashing tentacles.  In truth he did not know if she was a woman or man.   He suspected she was some form of mutant or alien.   Every time he made love, he could feel his life force diminish, but it was an exquisite feeling.   At long last he would be able to rest.  He welcomed death in the embrace of his lover.   He knew his body would be put to good use, turned to oil to supply the unfathomable demands of the Cyrus Corporation.

 

Love’s Embrace

When we made love it was truly extraordinary. Each moment was ecstatic. I was submerged in a tidal wave of orgasmic sensations like nothing I’d ever experienced. We met at the end of a pier and at first I was repelled. How could anyone be attracted to something so appalling and gross: a biped with a symmetrical body – two eyes, a nose and mouth – a nightmare of long, curly hair the color of nocturnal mud. Oh, how I was mistaken. My natural instincts carried me away and I found myself absorbing the disgusting creature. My flexuous lips masticated it’s face. I believe the creature moaned when I pronged it with my tail-barb. All this activity drove me wild with abandon and I could not control myself. I felt omnipotent as I consumed the alien and now I know why members of my species are so addicted to humans.

 

Perfect Love – from “Alien Journal”

Salene was small and petite.   Ignuts loved her in the dark caverns of his mind. She was like life-giving fluid.  She revived Ignuts from the dead. He felt powerful with her because he could control her.   She obliged his every desire. Salene was a fantasy.  Salene was a corpse.

Ignatius met her one night in his father’s workroom. He was seventeen.
She was a fifteen-year-old victim of Leukemia.  Ignuts was alone in the
mortuary.   He often worked nights when Saul wasn’t around.   When he met Salene she was covered with a sheet.  He could tell she was beautiful. She looked like a holy statue beneath the white cloth.   Ignuts shut the lights in the workroom and lit a candle.  Carefully he turned down the sheet and gazed upon the girl’s lifeless body.  She was too thin and an expression of pain distorted her face.   It had not been an easy death.  Nevertheless Ignuts was entranced.  To him, she was a beautiful Sylph.  He would paint her face and make it smile forever.   He kissed her frozen lips and touched her stiff body. Slowly, as if under a magic spell, Ignuts stripped off his clothes.  He stood naked before his princess.  His penis was hard and swollen with desire.  He climbed onto the metal table with the corpse.  It was very difficult to penetrate Salene.  She was very dry.  He kissed her mouth. He used his hand to open her vagina.  He used lubricant, but it was still difficult.   Ignuts knew it wasn’t her fault.  She was trying to please him.  She was very obedient.

Ignuts kept Salene for two nights.  It was his best memory.  In the end he was forced to give her up for burial.   Ignuts was never deluded to such an extreme that he believed her family could accept their love.   Instead he imagined himself as Romeo torn from the arms of his Juliet.   Salene was his first love and Ignuts was no longer a virgin.