by Susanne Mathies
(09/30/09)
Orders from the central committee of enlargement and ripening: our daily hour of development starts now, prepare for infusion and advice! This is what I've been waiting for. I'm geared up for this. Prickling in anticipation inside my tight lower duct where I am joined to the spike. Have to force myself not to start sucking. Have been told to share with all the other fingers on the stem. We must do this together, they say. Huh! Hot little spot of tenderness inside my hardened stalk, waiting, yearning,thirsting...
I can taste it coming now. The sweet tangy flavour, with a faint bitter trace of something forbidden when you swallow it. The first drop touches the delicate tunnel into my body, moistening me. More comes gushing in. Flooding me, swirling in the narrow region between my hard skin and my firm flexible pulp. Can't help stretching my lubricated body against its sheath, feel myself growing. On my outside, I sense my fellow fingers growing with me, moving alongside, rubbery skin against rubbery skin.
Something tugging. Clinging, tugging, pressing.
A small whisper near my base. "Hey, mate?"
One of the outer little fingers has got stuck. A tiny green fellow, still growing straight. Cute and rounded. Nudging me urgently.
"I'm all closed up. Give me a hand?"
"Don't worry, pet." Now that I'm teeming with sap inside, I'm prepared to share. Poor little thing, he looks parched. "I'll just have to squeeze you a bit, to loosen up your stem."
He seems to be shrinking back. I must look very big to him.
"A small hug." I move closer. "More like a cuddle..."
Reluctantly, he rests his hot skin on mine. Fine delicate fabric. Touching, touching more of it. Pressing him, feeling his dainty body heave. I'm sure he's opening now.
His stem is joined next to mine. This is the hard part now. Navigating my opening around to touch his. I can feel his yielding outer rim with my moist mouth. Push some of my swirling juices through my tender opening, shudder with loss, shudder with delight as it passes through to him. Feel him glowing, growing, vibrating, bending around me. Loving hug. Tender. Juicy pliant bodies clinging, rising upwards.
