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06 August 2006 @ 02:24 pm
The Ruby-Hued Sea  


I

As Our Little Naked Love floated across the surface of this vast and gently waving red sea,
enclosed by a bright orange sky, a great many things passed her by. Clocks of many shapes and sizes
ticking, owls perched on branches looking bored. She was vaguely aware that her nipples had grown
hard with the coolness of the red and gleaming expanse of sea in which she floated, drifting. Once a
rowboat came along with an old, shriveled and naked man at the oars. He’d seen her floating, belly-up
and smiling, and dropped his oars, stood up and cried, “girl! girl! Belly-up! Red hair! Mine! mine!”
Then quite verily he’d flopped into the ruby-hued sea with a clapping splash, never to be seen again, or
so she’d thought at the time. Turtles, green and looking cozily and smugly from their shells bobbed
along here and there. Blue and finned serpents caressed her sides at regular intervals, bringing shivers
through her body as she floated blissfully along, sometimes humming sweet and unarticulated music,
sometimes simply breathing of the fragrant air. Drifts of many different colored flowers flooded all
around her now and again. And also there were great, deep-chested and bearded men with fishes tails
who surfaced here and there to lay sweet kisses to her smooth-skinned body bringing undulating fits of
ecstasy; and always did she sigh, humming as they once again submerged into the sea. The cool, red
and gently waving sea. Flocks of many birds of white sometimes covered over all the orange-reflecting
sky, giving voice to an audience of feathers, soon then fading all away, leaving her to the gentle strokes
of the undulating sea as clocks floated by, ticking, some chiming of the many different hours of this
world of the ruby-hued sea. Once a man in a dark blue suit, top hat and twirling yellow umbrella had
stopped on a stroll across the sea to ask her if she’d seen the latest at the cinematograph and then
gently tweaked her nipples as she giggled her reply that no, she’d not yet seen the latest, and she was
lately just fit to be tied that she’d forgotten how to lift herself from the sea, she knew not how long it
had been since she’d taken a stroll against the sun, perhaps since she was but a girl and used to hear
mother and her many aunts sing the siren songs to draw the men from beneath the sea, though sirens
they were not, but nonetheless such kisses they’d received, as she herself nowadays received, thought
not a whisper of the siren song she’d ever had to sing. The man then shuddered as of some ecstasy
unknown, released her nipples, looked around distractedly and straightened up and walked along his
way, wishing her luck with all of that, he did so hope that she would someday learn to walk again, the
sun was really quite beautiful this time of year. She’d wished him good tidings and continued to float
along as blue and finned serpents caressed her sides and green turtles bobbed along on either side of her
as clocks of varying shapes and sizes drifted by, ticking, chiming off the many different hours of this
world of the ruby-hued sea. But soon the owls who drifted by on branches looking bored began to sigh
resignedly and to fly away and the branches sank. The turtles hid within their shells and drifted far and
out of sight as did the clocks and soon the serpents left as well and the many contoured bearded men
with fishes tails no longer laid upon her such delicious kisses as had always been before. Soon there
was nought but her, the orange-reflected sky and the gently clapping waves of the ruby-hued sea… and
she discovered what it was to weep.


II

At long last the man in the dark blue suit and top hat came strolling by again, now puffing on a
pipe of gold. He stopped again to gently tweak her nipples, cheering her a little and spoke thus: “As
you can see the sun works wonders, trading such a solar pipe of solar fumes and- say!” said he,
“what happened to this world of yours?” She looked away, distraught, the tweaking of her nipples
no longer bringing good cheer. Presently, the man in the dark blue suit stopped, removed his pipe
and top hat, poured the contents of his pipe into the hat, the hat then turning to gold, the pipe dark
blue. He commenced to smoke and leaned toward her, speaking thus: “thought about it a little to
much did you?” She nodded, yes, she had been thinking about it far too much, but she longed, no,
quite verily she yearned to see the sun again. “So stand, my little naked love,” said he, standing
quite straight himself and puffing on his pipe. And she found, quite verily indeed, that she could
easily do so. She cried out for joy and threw herself at the man, wrapping her lithe arms about his
neck and kissing his infinitely lovely face. “There there now,” said he, patting her naked bottom,
then pulling her away to stand on her own two feet, “that wasn’t so difficult, my little naked love.
We’ll see the sun together. I’ll take you there.” And so they began their stroll along the gently
waving sea to meet the sun… and she knew again what it was to walk.



III

At length the man in the dark blue suit spoke thus as he puffed upon his pipe: “We’re almost
there, my little naked love.” She giggled for the joy of it and soon the ball of flame began to rise
before her, seemingly from out the farther waves of the ruby-hued sea. Such waves as seemed to
greet the incandescent orb or fire spilling, spurting glowing waves of flame from out its surface. And
soon it rose above and before them, smiling down at them, and they stopped. “Why, hello again,”
said the incandescent sun. “Hello,” said the man in the dark blue suit as he puffed upon his pipe.
“And who is this?” asked the sun. “Why, my little naked love? Ah yes; she seeks to know you.”
“Mm,” said the sun, “and what is it that I could give to you if you so wish, his little naked love?” “I
want to love with you!” she cried for joy and so the incandescent sun proceeded to love with her…
and it was bliss.



IV

And so our little naked love went back to lay half-submerged and supine in the ruby-hued sea; and
soon the clocks began to pass her by, ticking, chiming off the many different hours in this world of
the gently waving sea. And the owls came back to perch upon their many floating branches, looking
bored as ever, and the green turtles came back to peek so smugly from their shells, and the blue and
finned serpents once again caressed her sides, and she smiled. The mighty, bearded men with fishes
tails came back to lay their kisses on her lovely smooth-skinned body bringing undulating fits of
ecstasy as she floated on the stroking current of the sea, the ruby-hued and gently waving sea. And
small boats of many different shapes now drifted by as well, containing many different passengers. A
clown clad in shining silver armor from neck to toe singing incoherent opera as he swung his sword
to chop the head from off a snake in sheep’s clothing whose head continued growing back with each
fell swoop. Another carrying a girl as like in beauty to our little naked love, though blonde of hair
with skin hued as honey, crawling on hand and knee about her little boat, stopping now and then to
wiggle her round bottom at each passer-by and to lick her arms and throw back her hair. And one
passed by disclosing many children on their knees and praying silently in their little uniforms as a nun
looked on with her hands about her hips as she shook them side to side complacently displaying the
fullness of them, hence signifying her authority. Another drifted by with many white birds shaking
their heads defiantly to and fro and screaming, “auk! auk! auk! auk!” And soon the man in the dark
blue suit came strolling by with his gold top hat, only now he bore a cane of dark blue and gold
handle rather than a pipe. He bent to tweak her nipples and she giggled speaking thus: “It seems I’ve
quite verily filled the bills, don’t you think?” The man in the dark blue suit looked up distractedly.
“Hmm?” he said, “ah yes; so it would seem, my little naked love.” He shuddered in his ecstasy
unknown and stood. “Well then, good day my dear.” And he strolled along, no doubt to meet the
sun. “Good day,” said she. And blue and finned serpents continued to caress her sides; and suddenly
a flock of satyrs playing pipes and baring large and gleaming phalluses came to dance around her and
their songs filled her with joy; and they used their phalluses to penetrate her nether regions and the
softness of her lips bringing further undulating ecstasy and spasms now as well, as the white and
gleaming fluids of which these phalluses emitted spattered over her body and flowed, cascading deep
inside of her. And when they’d gone she soon began ejecting from between her legs a flowing stream
of giggling organic replicas of herself. And with each birthing beauty came delight as they floated on
their merry way to partake of the joys of this world of the orange-reflected sky and ruby-hued sea.
And the owls continued floating by perched upon their branches looking bored. The green turtles
smirking smugly from their shells, and blue and finned serpents caressed her sides as mighty, deep-
chested and bearded men with fishes tails emerged to lay kisses upon her beautiful, smooth-skinned
body, giving of the same to all the rest of her that flowed from out her most precious of nether
apertures. Boats continued floating by with many character creatures. A creature, white and bald and
gleaming with bulging black and orbed eyes and many sharp fangs all interlaced with foam sizzling
from out the miniscule interstices of their razor sharp symmetry. This creature thrashed about in an
insane paroxysm in its black and clinging garments as its webbed hands and feet slapped the sides of
its boat bringing wounds discharging sizzling foam. Yet another contained a gaunt and exceedingly tall
man of white streaming hair and velvety black robe playing on a flute songs of passing melancholy.
His glaring black eyes gleamed at her, our little naked love, as she smiled, and blue and finned
serpents caressed her sides. And there was another boat containing a pretty young girl of dark brown
hair closely cropped. Her white round buttocks quivered as the hips of the man behind slammed into
her with brutal force and her moans rolled in ecstasy. The slapping sounds were clearly audible and
soon the young lovers passed her by along with all the rest. Another boat passed by containing a fat
old woman, naked, save the scarf about her head. Her face was a net of wrinkles as was her sagging
body, oozing breasts fraught with varicose veins. She had a sack from with she dumped crying
babies one by one and when she saw our little naked love staring at her she shrugged and spoke thus:
“I don’t want them,” and continued to do her duty of dumping babies into the sea. But soon she
looked puzzled at the gently waving sea and then reached down her hand into its red and gleaming
surface. What came back with it was the naked old man who’d previously fallen into the sea. And
once aboard he tossed the old woman headlong, flabby wrinkled body and all, into the ruby-hued
sea. He then looked at our little naked love, put a bony hand to his mouth and giggled, “I done a bad
thing.” Then he spied the sack of children, furrowed his brow and scratched his head and passed out
of sight, out little naked love giggling all the while as the green turtles bobbed along smiling smugly
from their shells, and owls perched on branches looking bored, and blue and finned serpents caressed
her sides as clocks of varying shapes and sizes floated by, ticking, chiming off the many different
hours of this world of the orange-reflected sky and ruby-hued sea. Then a giant peacock passed over
her with feathers pointing down to make a veil of its strange and beautiful eyes to brush her body
softly as it went to do the same to all the rest of her that flowed from out her most precious of nether
apertures. And then the man with the white streaming hair and large black eyes came kneeling to
stare into her face. His flute he held clasped tight within his left hand. Then quite verily the man in
the dark blue suit came along tapping his cane on the surface of the water and spoke thus: “Here here
now, melancholy fool, leave my little naked love to be.” And the man with the glaring black eyes and
white streaming hair wrapped himself inside his black velvety cloak and went his way. “Good day!”
cried our little naked love as he passed out of sight. “Good day indeed,” said the man in the dark blue
suit and gold top hat as he kneeled to tweak her nipples. And she giggle speaking thus: “Oh you
trifling tease, you know I spoke not to you,” and she slapped his hands away. “Won’t you love me
as the satyrs and the sun once did? No doubt one who sees the sun as much as thee must have quite
a phallus indeed.” “Ah yes,” said he, “but you give birth in constant flow that ceases not to be.” And
our little naked love then turned over on her stomach and spoke thus: “Then you shall have to put it
in the aperture here; between by buttocks as the satyrs so enjoyed as well. And would you please do
so hard and fast and long and buried deep? I do so love the sensation of being roughly stretched
apart.” And so the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat pulled his pants around his ankles and
commenced to doing so, and his phallus was large indeed and indubitably he did so hard and fast and
long and buried deep, and our little naked love sighed with the warm visceral pleasure of it; the
slapping sounds were clearly audible, and at long last he shuddered in his ecstasy as milky white and
viscous fluids inundated deep… and he straightened up and went along his merry way.



V

And so our little naked love went back to lying on her back and smiled for the pleasure of it all.
How wonderful it seemed that all should give so lovingly in this world of the orange-reflecting sky
and ruby-hued sea. And suddenly there were birds, immense and plumed with giant feathers
shining black and white, and they ran on legs which towered far above all perimeter horizons,
their frayed black and white feathered necks bobbing in and out with each long stride, and our
little naked love fancied she could hear their distant cries under the stroking of the gently waving
sea and the clocks of many different shapes, ticking, chiming off the many different hours of this
world of the ruby-hued sea. And there passed not far to her left an orchestra, propped on myriad
haphazard and glittering stilts, playing sweet undulations of music like in mood to the ecstasy of
orgasm; and she sighed for the pleasure of it as it passed away; as did all else, save for the
recurrence of owls perched on branches looking bored, and many colored flowers rushing by,
turtles smirking smugly from their shells, and the blue and finned serpents who caressed her sides
as mighty bearded men with fishes tails laid kisses to her naked smooth-skinned body, bringing
undulating fits of ecstasy. And still there flowed from out her most precious of nether apertures
these giggling organic replicas of her, and then there came from out the surface of the red and
gently waving sea the creature of the white bald and gleaming skin and black orbed eyes. Foam
sizzled still from its many sharp and fanged mouth and it spoke thus: “sizzle, sizzle, bizzle
BLAH!” and commenced to tweaking her nipples, burbling all the while like some strange human
bee and shaking its head back and forth as she, our little naked love, giggled for the pleasure of it.
Then quite verily the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat strolled up and commenced to
batting at the creature with his dark blue and gold handled cane speaking thus: “Here here! those
are my juicy nipples, and only I may tweak them.” The creature then burbled, flailed its arms, and
dumped itself right back into the sea. And the man in the dark blue suit tweaked her nipples as she
giggled all the while and spoke thus: “Oh, my stars, you do tweak my nipples so much better than
all the rest.” He looked up distractedly, “all the rest?” said he, “ah yes, of course, my little naked
love.” Then he shuddered in his ecstasy and went along his merry way. And there came another
boat, passing as it did between owls perched on branches looking bored, and turtles smirking
smugly from their shells, and clocks ticking, chiming off the many different hours in this world of
the orange-reflected sky and the ruby-hued sea. The boat itself contained the fat and naked and
wrinkled old woman with the scarf about her head, and she lay supine with her flabby legs spread
as the old bony man who’d “done a bad thing” proceeded to make the silliest of love to her,
swimming as he seemed to be, within a mass of wrinkled varicose vein infested blubber. “OOOH!
OOOH! OOOH!” the old woman shrieked. “GE-AH! GE-AH! GE-AH!” the old man seemed to
cackle as he thrust his bony shanks into the rippling mass of her again and again. And then it was
that they too passed out of sight as our little naked love giggled for the pleasure of it all. Presently
the man in the dark blue suit came strolling by, now smoking of his pipe as well as tapping of his
cane. “My word,” said he, quite frankly astonished as it were, “my little naked love, did you see
that?” “Quite verily I did indeed and I think it was beautiful, as silly as that may sound, and quite
all right and well for them to do so.” “Quite right and well indeed if you do say so, my little naked
love,” said he, winking, and he commenced to tweaking of her nipples as she giggled speaking
thus: “oh, I do so love it when you tweak my nipples.” He looked up distractedly, “ah yes,” said
he, “my little naked love, you do so love to talk.” And then he shuddered in his ecstasy,
straightened up, and went along his merry way. “Good day, my little naked love,” said he. “Good
day!” cried she as many colored flowers cascaded here and there, and blue and finned serpents
caressed her sides, and green turtles smirked smugly from their shells, and owls perched on
branches looking bored, and many clocks of different shapes and sizes ticked, chiming off the
many different hours of this world of the orange-reflected sky and the ruby-hued sea… and she
knew what it was to love.



VI

And so it was that the man in the dark blue suit strolled by and this time did not tweak her nipples,
but bid her take his hand. And when she stood the blue and finned serpents commenced to the
caressing of her feet. The man in the dark blue suit puffed upon his pipe and tapped his cane upon
the red and gently waving sea. He patted her bottom and as they walked arm in arm he handed her
the bright yellow umbrella of which he’d carried previously. “Oh how generous is the sun, I do say,”
said he, “how so indubitably.” And that was all, and they walked. And soon all creatures of this
world of the ruby-hued sea passed out of sight; last of all the blue and finned serpents who’d so
loyally caressed her sides of all this time, sending shivers through her body as she’s sighed for the
pleasure of it. And soon they came upon the sun, our little naked love and the man in the dark blue
suit and gold top hat. “Why, hello,” said the incandescent sun. “Hello,” said the man in the dark
blue suit, “I’m going to show her of the underworld. I do so think she’s ready.” “Oh,” said the sun,
dubiously, “well then you’ll of course need a boat and a player of melancholy melodies to keep
credence as you journey under. And also a keeper of the ores.” “Take then my cane, dear sun old
chap,” said the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat as he puffed upon his pipe. The sun
delighted in the trade and laughed a laugh the like in beauty of which our little naked love had never
before heard. So then there came a boat from shades of mist and at the ore in back, swaying to and
fro with each stroke, was the white, bald and gleaming creature with foam still sizzling from out the
miniscule interstices of its fangs as its black orbed eyes stared insanely and he burbled to himself, his
head shaking back and forth. And at the front of the boat playing melancholy strains upon his silver
flute was the tall and gaunt man of the black velvety cloak and white streaming hair. His eyes were
now a livid indigo brown and he appeared dead in his utterly vacant expression. And so they climbed
aboard, our little naked love with the bright yellow umbrella and the man in the dark blue suit and
gold top hat puffing on his pipe… and she knew what it was to fear.



VII

And so they said their farewells to the sun and journeyed out beyond its incandescent splendor, the
creature at the ore burbling insanely as they made their way, and the gaunt man with the huge dark
and vacant eyes played his melancholy strains as he stared unceasingly into the eyes of our little
naked love. And soon she noticed that the ruby-hued sea became streaked with stains of black
streaming wildly on the waves and the orange-reflected sky gave way at the far horizon to a
swirling cloud of black. And it seemed that in the distance far within this swirling cloud of black
there came the sound of many howling beasts and cries of rage, and the melancholy strains of the
flute did indeed keep credence with this distant, festering and wretched opera that was the voice of
the underworld. “Bear in mind,” said the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat as he puffed
upon his pipe, “to keep a hold on your umbrella lest the darkness carry you away with it. We are to
observe and not to be lost there permanently.” Our little naked love nodded her understanding and
he patted her bottom with a gentle clap, bringing somewhat of comfort to her heart. She thought to
ask of him to tweak her nipples and then thought better of it, for the clouds were closing in and all
the water that had once been ruby-hued and gently waving was now black and stagnant and seemed
to lick the sides of the boat in its squelchy mess of sea. And the creature at the ore continued
burbling insanely as the gaunt man with the white streaming hair and huge dark eyes played his
melancholy strains and stared unceasingly into the eyes of our little naked love. And soon this
melancholy tune and the raging voices of the beasts of the cloud were the only sounds to be heard
as all enclosed in utter darkness. She reached for the hand of the man in the dark blue suit and
found it not, her fear and agitation growing far more certain as she gripped with both hands the
bright yellow umbrella of which she could see but a pale reflection above her, appearing as it did to
twirl slowly as they made their way into the furiously swirling madness. The screaming; the
howling; the unarticulated babbling of those lost beyond escape; the wet ripping sound as of flesh
torn to shreds; and it seemed that all she had to cling to, save the bright yellow umbrella, were the
strains of melancholy music blown wistfully from out the flute of the gaunt man with the white
streaming hair, who no doubt stared from out the darkness, and unceasingly so, into the eyes of our
little naked love as she trembled for the cold and the fear of all of it. And suddenly a rolling crack
exploded from the clouded sky around her, and the flash of light bared momentarily a world of
white-eyed and seemingly wet corpses crawling toward her from out the black and stagnant mess of
the surrounding sea. She’d seen their fangs protruding from lips cracked and bleeding and noticed
that they trembled as of the mandibles of spiders. But most importantly she’d noticed that the boat
was gone and she stood in the midst of this dark sea, not moving, abandoned, waiting for these
horrid creatures to sink their trembling fangs like spiders’ mandibles into her smooth-skinned body
and suck the very fluids of her life from her. She could hear them moaning stupidly as they slopped
their way toward her and light flashed once again and she saw, now also did she feel, that white and
nauseatingly slick worms slid sluggishly about her feet. Yet, behind the whole of all of this, as
beasts howled and screamed and raged, our little naked love could hear the playing of the flute; and
as she did the song grew louder, soon drowning out all outside sounds and the tune of it seemed
almost ridiculous, and as she caught a glimpse of the twirling bright and yellow umbrella, which
must have been there all along, all her fear was lifted from her and she along with it, up through the
cloud, now silent as it poured around her. And she found herself at last within the boat, above the
cloud and facing the sun as he smiled upon her, and the gaunt man had ceased to play his flute and
his eyes were closed and seemed made of crumbling porcelain. The creature with the white
gleaming skin and black orbed eyes continued burbling insanely as it shook its bulbous head back
and forth, though no longer did sway the ore. And the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat
stood puffing on his pipe beside her. She smiled as he patted her bottom with a gentle clap and soon
they were moving forward, toward the smiling incandescent sun and away from the silence of the
swirling cloud. And as they made their slow descent to the ruby-hued sea the cloud disappeared
entirely and when they came upon its gently waving surface beneath the shining of the incandescent
sun they disembarked and the boat then floated into the mist, the creature with the black orbed eyes
burbling insanely all the while as it swung the ore, and as it was enshrouded in diaphany the gaunt
man with the white streaming hair and black velvety cloak snapped open his huge black eyes and
played upon his flute until all as such faded out entirely with the dispersing of the mist… and she
knew what it was to be strong.



VIII

And so it was that our little naked love lay half-submerged and supine in the red and gently waving
sea as blue and finned serpents caressed her sides bringing shivers through her body as she sighed
for the pleasure of it; and owls perched on branches looking bored and many different birds came
by in myriad forms; and green turtles smiled so cozily and smugly from their shells; and flowers of
many different colors rushed by here and there; and mighty deep chested and bearded men with
fishes tails laid kisses to her naked smooth-skinned body, bringing fits of undulating ecstasy; and
satyrs made many different and simultaneous loves to her; and she soon again gave birth to a
steady flow of giggling organic replicas of her; and small boats of many different shapes disclosed
many character creatures; and the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat came puffing on his
pipe to stop on his many trips to the incandescent sun to gently tweak her nipples as she giggled,
always speaking thus: “Oh you trifling tease. Won’t you love me as before?” And always did he
look up distractedly, speaking thus: “ah yes; but you give birth in constant flow that ceases not to
be.” And always did our little naked love turn over on her stomach and speak thus: “Then you
shall have to put your phallus here; between by buttocks as the satyrs so enjoyed as well. And
would you please do so hard and fast and long and buried deep? I do so love the sensation of
being roughly stretched apart.” And always did the man in the dark blue suit and gold top hat then
pull his pants around his ankles and commence to do as she so asked, and always did he do so
hard and fast and long and buried deep as our little naked love sighed with the aching visceral
pleasure of it; and the slapping sounds were clearly audible, until at long last the man in the dark
blue suit and gold top hat shuddered in his ecstasy as the milky white and viscous fluid inundated
deep; and always did he straighten up and go along his merry way; “Good day, my little naked
love.” “Good day!” cried she for the joy of all of it. And clocks of many different shapes and
sizes continued floating by, ticking, chiming off the many different hours of this world of the
orange-reflected sky and ruby-hued sea.
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Nathan Charlespan16 on August 26th, 2006 08:43 pm (UTC)
Inspiration is an interesting word. One of the original definitions is to "breathe into," and it is connected with the word "spirit," the idea of which used to be connected with breath. I guess if I'm capable of inspiring you that means you are still alive and able to be stirred in such a way. The world wouldn't be much of anything at all without inspiration to give it life.
fearatmosphere on August 27th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
That is a interesting way to put it....