• Swizzle said on Apr 17, 2007....

  I woke up to a beautiful Hawaiian sunrise, the waves lapping at my feet, smelling of something not so beautiful.
  

  As I gazed out blurry-eyed, my breath heaving with the stench. I recognized what appeared to be the shape of…

• skinandbones said on Apr 17, 2007....

  I woke up to a beautiful Hawaiian sunrise, the waves lapping at my feet, smelling of something not so beautiful.
  

  As I gazed out blurry-eyed, my breath heaving with the stench. I recognized what appeared to be the shape of…

  the stay-puff marshmellow man. Though he had not be seen in years, it was suspected that he still roamed these deserted beaches.
  
  
  

• youngblood said on Apr 17, 2007....

  I woke up to a beautiful Hawaiian sunrise, the waves lapping at my feet, smelling of something not so beautiful. As I gazed out blurry-eyed, my breath heaving with the stench. I recognized what appeared to be the shape of… the stay-puff marshmallow man. Though he had not be seen in years, it was suspected that he still roamed these deserted beaches. Quickly jumping to my feet, I stared at it thruogh a small thicket of bushes. I had seen what this monster was capable of in some obscure famous sci-fi movie, however, there weren't that many people around, or tall buildings. As I continued to stare at the looming sillohuette, I suddenly realized that it was different somehow. Had it perhaps, under the pressure of todays commercial world gone on a diet and lost weight? Or was it perhaps...

• LMari said on Apr 18, 2007....

  .....perhaps its my husband coming back for more pina colada's. he's feet burned on the pure white sand, as he hobbled and ran to the tiki bar. i noted the sunburn he had on belch, you could see the white untanned skin creeping through his rolls behind he's neck....eeeew i thought. - then - suddenly a young body surfer came out from the violent ocean, he had longish hair that swept around he's head as he shook it like a wet dog. the salt water cascaded down he's amazing six pack, drool also cascaded, not so sexily down the side of my face..... i looked to my right and there was my poor sunburned husband. looking grievingly at me.....so i told him that i wasnt drooling over that man.... that i was just simply ..........

• Swizzle said on Apr 18, 2007....

  trying, in my nuturing way to pass on advice about the dangers of a torrential ocean.  My husband be the trusting soul that he is accepted this as me just lecturing yet another lost soul. 
  My thoughts wandered to the lusious six pack then back to my lobster.  There was a time when it was my husband that I had crooned over, alas that was many, many years ago. 
  I remember the day we met....
  

• skinandbones said on Apr 18, 2007....

  ...he was a handsome, albeit modest man. Did he have six pack? I believe he did, or was it just six Newcastle Brown Ales... either way, there was a time that hunk coming out of the ocean would have received little to no attention. Now I find myself trying to find a way to sneak away, have that fantasy hunkfest, yet be able to return, unnoticed to my safe, yet pudgy existence. Drifting off into this dream, I hear a noise from behind, turning....

• KayRoseOrchid said on Apr 19, 2007....

  ...around, I saw yet another surfer guy. He was more muscular and tanner than the first. His hair was shoulder-length and bleached blond. He looked right at me. Tingles of excitement ran down my spine. Goosebumps ran up my womanly curves. I didn't know what to do. Was he really looking at me? Or had I imagined it? He walked closer. Suddenly, my poor husband jumped up and bellowed "I am going for a swim!" So I said "Ok honey." My husband walked off and the muscular surfer guy got even closer...

• FoundYouLostMyself said on Apr 19, 2007....

  Suddenly, my poor husband jumped up and bellowed "I am going for a swim!" So I said "Ok honey." My husband walked off and the muscular surfer guy got even closer...but I resisted and walked toward the conviently located tiki bar. It's not unlike me to avoid temptations. I sat at the bar casually stroking my martini glass and thinking about that tanned, toned body. Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find...

• KayRoseOrchid said on Apr 19, 2007....

  ...a gigantic blob!!! I thought, "Wow, I must be drunk!" Usually I only see gigantic blobs when I'm drunk. I heard screams from the distance. Then, I heard a women yell "Help me, please help me!" I searched the beach to find the woman connected to the voice. Yet, I could not seem to find her. I kept seeing tanned and muscular surfer guys. Oh how I wished I hadn't resisted that temptation. So I looked for him. I couldn't see him on the beach. So, I looked around the tiki bar. To my surprise, he was sitting right beside me. So I said casually "This beach is sure beautiful isn't it?" He turned and smiled. He opened his mouth and...

• skinandbones said on Apr 20, 2007....

  He opened is mouth and...did something that I had never seen before. He twirled his tongue. First one way, and then the other. I wasn't sure if I should be offended, or if I should listened to my body, and the reaction it was having. I paused for a moment, watching him, which seemed like an eternity, and then, forgetting my better judgement...

• KayRoseOrchid said on Apr 20, 2007....

  forgetting my better judgement, I leaned into him, and placed a kiss on his lips. It was tasteful, in the sense that I didn't allow myself to force my tongue into his mouth, but I let him part my lips with his tongue. The kiss was sensual and my tits hardened. My mind spinned and twirled and before I knew it, surfer guy had placed one hand on my hip and the other hand was creeping up my neck, under my long brown hair. It was as if I were in another world. A world where I could...

• LadyBeeMC said on Apr 21, 2007....

      There was a chilling scream... I snapped out of my fantasy and realized that I had drifted back to sleep, it was the scream from the lady on the beach that was all to real, and not the lover in my mind. And that smell, what is that smell, as I look at the other people nobody seems to take notice of the screams or that stench! I look at them with a puzzled look and I remember the  stay-puff marshmallow man. But, but, that was a dream! Or was it? I got up from my chair and walked over to were the path led down to the beach behind the bushes... There it was, A lady standing there screaming with Sea turtles attacking this marshmallow man and she was frozen in place as they were munching his leg. I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the path behind the banyan tree. Had I dreamed that this would happen, or did it really...

• LMari said on Apr 21, 2007....

  ....happen? oh shoot. there goes my vicodin hallucinations again. too little valium and too much vicodin. i must remember that next time i drink a martini. its my husband again - why do i always see him as a marshmellow man when im taking my "medication"? 'darling, what are you doing?' - im just looking at these cute little turtles, they just crept right up on my feet. arent they darling?' - 'yes dear' - my most used phrase i used on my sweet blind husband. sometimes i wonder if he even realises how high i am and how i 'work late' all the time. poor man. but then suddenly then, he looked at me, the sunset beaming behind him, he's eyes looked intense. was that my harry? coming back from the dead? the young rugged man i met in college? he gripped me on the sides and pulled into me for a kiss i will never forget. we kissed widely like teenagers and he had his hands all over me. he has never made me this hot in years. we went back to the hotel where we made the most passionate love ever. the whole time he looked at me deeply in my eyes, with the fire back in he's eyes. i dont care if he is a blob. he is my blob. my sweet harry....after all these years we found our fire again.

• FoundYouLostMyself said on Apr 23, 2007....

  The End.

• LMari said on Apr 24, 2007....

  join us next time on the LOVE BOAT.........doo doo de doo doo dee do do......the loooove boat..... doo de dooode......

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