Keroin
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I know I haven’t shared much about my PYL, “Chuck”, (not his real name, that’s for darn sure), but seeing other threads with couples expressing their affection made me feel a little…I don’t know…melancholy. The truth is, even within the context of BDSM, my relationship is taboo. However, I hate to lie and I’m tired of living in fear that I’ll be found out, so I’m going to tell you my whole, sordid story. I fully expect many of you to shun me after my confession and I can’t blame you for that. I ask only that you understand that love is indeed blind.
I met Chuck while I was working at McMurdo station in the Antarctic. Technically, I was working as a maintenance engineer for various astronomy projects but if you want to know what I was really doing there you’ll have to ask the See-eye-ay. (Come and get me you bastards!)
One day, while I was out on an icy expanse, repairing a Z-349-HJ component on the gimble mechanism of a Y Series telescope, (notoriously unreliable models in all respects, as everyone knows), I looked up and saw a dark figure on the horizon. The figure had something in his mouth. My chronic curiosity got the better of me and I wandered closer.
What the figure, (who would turn out to be Chuck), had in his mouth was a fish. What the…? I walked closer. Chuck winked at me, tilted his head back and swallowed the fish in two gulps. Holy cumoly! I was impressed. Well, what girl wouldn’t be – or what boy, for that matter?
He flopped to his belly and did a wild slide across the ice, stopping right at my feet. I giggled like a school girl. Love at first sight, if ever there was a case.
Oh sure, I knew there would be difficulties – I’m a sun lover, he prefers the ice and snow; he’s much younger than me and much shorter; he expects to have children and I don’t; we don’t speak the same language or share the same culture; and, of course, he is an Emperor Penguin and I am a human. But Chuck “gets” me in a way no one else ever has, and that’s worth fighting for.
Plus, he can do some really nasty things with that beak of his! *giggles*
On the plus side, we both love to swim, we both love fish, and life for us is never boring.
Life can also be trying, though. Text messaging can be confusing, as Chuck’s wings/flippers have a heck of a time with those tiny buttons on the PDA I gave him. I’ve had to learn that “GHglkjg gadsgde” means “I love you!” while “GHglkjg ghhqer” means "On your knees for a spanking!” (Who knew penguins had such sadistic streaks? And those wings/flippers – ow!)
Meeting Chuck’s family was tough. I did my best to fit in but they took an immediate dislike to my monochromatic skin colour and my polite refusal of the regurgitated mackerel Chuck’s mom offered to spit down my throat.
We agreed it would be best to spend some time apart but I miss my little web-footed Master sooooooooooooo much! (He calls me his “no-beaked slut”, he’s so sweet!)
Now that my dirty secret is out in the open, Chuck and I will be using this thread to send countless public displays of mushiness to each other. He’s even threatened to post photos of me, naked, with my tongue frozen to a metal pole – one of his favorite tortures.
Ignore us if you will, send nasty PM’s, but my love for Chuck, and his for me, is as enduring as the polar ice caps, (fuck you, Al Gore, and your inconvenient lies!!!).
Humbly,
Keroin
I met Chuck while I was working at McMurdo station in the Antarctic. Technically, I was working as a maintenance engineer for various astronomy projects but if you want to know what I was really doing there you’ll have to ask the See-eye-ay. (Come and get me you bastards!)
One day, while I was out on an icy expanse, repairing a Z-349-HJ component on the gimble mechanism of a Y Series telescope, (notoriously unreliable models in all respects, as everyone knows), I looked up and saw a dark figure on the horizon. The figure had something in his mouth. My chronic curiosity got the better of me and I wandered closer.
What the figure, (who would turn out to be Chuck), had in his mouth was a fish. What the…? I walked closer. Chuck winked at me, tilted his head back and swallowed the fish in two gulps. Holy cumoly! I was impressed. Well, what girl wouldn’t be – or what boy, for that matter?
He flopped to his belly and did a wild slide across the ice, stopping right at my feet. I giggled like a school girl. Love at first sight, if ever there was a case.
Oh sure, I knew there would be difficulties – I’m a sun lover, he prefers the ice and snow; he’s much younger than me and much shorter; he expects to have children and I don’t; we don’t speak the same language or share the same culture; and, of course, he is an Emperor Penguin and I am a human. But Chuck “gets” me in a way no one else ever has, and that’s worth fighting for.
Plus, he can do some really nasty things with that beak of his! *giggles*
On the plus side, we both love to swim, we both love fish, and life for us is never boring.
Life can also be trying, though. Text messaging can be confusing, as Chuck’s wings/flippers have a heck of a time with those tiny buttons on the PDA I gave him. I’ve had to learn that “GHglkjg gadsgde” means “I love you!” while “GHglkjg ghhqer” means "On your knees for a spanking!” (Who knew penguins had such sadistic streaks? And those wings/flippers – ow!)
Meeting Chuck’s family was tough. I did my best to fit in but they took an immediate dislike to my monochromatic skin colour and my polite refusal of the regurgitated mackerel Chuck’s mom offered to spit down my throat.
We agreed it would be best to spend some time apart but I miss my little web-footed Master sooooooooooooo much! (He calls me his “no-beaked slut”, he’s so sweet!)
Now that my dirty secret is out in the open, Chuck and I will be using this thread to send countless public displays of mushiness to each other. He’s even threatened to post photos of me, naked, with my tongue frozen to a metal pole – one of his favorite tortures.
Ignore us if you will, send nasty PM’s, but my love for Chuck, and his for me, is as enduring as the polar ice caps, (fuck you, Al Gore, and your inconvenient lies!!!).
Humbly,
Keroin
