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OOC: Clark Blake. 27. 6'1". 200 Pounds. Black hair. Black eyes.
IC:
It was a beautiful ceremony, but we had no interest in hanging around for the reception. We still had rice in our hair when we reached the honeymoon suite, and Annie was fumbling at my belt before I even carried her over the threshhold.
I playfully dropped her on the bed andjumped on top of her, pinning her to the king-sized mattress. She was so soft beneath me. I could instantly feel my manhood swell.
"Honey, before we go any further, I have a confession," she said nervously.
"That's okay, honey," I said, kissing her creamy white cheek. "I didn't think you were a virgin. Someone as beautiful as you couldn't possibly........"
"It's not that," she said, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
"Well, what is it?" I asked, suddenly nervous myself.
"There's something you should know about me, Clark," she said. Her voice broke with tension. "I'm not like other girls........"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Clark, I'm an Amoeba," she said.
"You're what?" I exclaimed.
"An Amoeba," she repeated. "Wait. Let me show you."
Right before my eyes, my bride started to dissolve. Moments later, I was looking at a blob of clear protoplasm wearing a long white gown.
I should have been horrified.
I wasn't.
Instead, I was strangely aroused..........
IC:
It was a beautiful ceremony, but we had no interest in hanging around for the reception. We still had rice in our hair when we reached the honeymoon suite, and Annie was fumbling at my belt before I even carried her over the threshhold.
I playfully dropped her on the bed andjumped on top of her, pinning her to the king-sized mattress. She was so soft beneath me. I could instantly feel my manhood swell.
"Honey, before we go any further, I have a confession," she said nervously.
"That's okay, honey," I said, kissing her creamy white cheek. "I didn't think you were a virgin. Someone as beautiful as you couldn't possibly........"
"It's not that," she said, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
"Well, what is it?" I asked, suddenly nervous myself.
"There's something you should know about me, Clark," she said. Her voice broke with tension. "I'm not like other girls........"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Clark, I'm an Amoeba," she said.
"You're what?" I exclaimed.
"An Amoeba," she repeated. "Wait. Let me show you."
Right before my eyes, my bride started to dissolve. Moments later, I was looking at a blob of clear protoplasm wearing a long white gown.
I should have been horrified.
I wasn't.
Instead, I was strangely aroused..........
