My thoughts were on p*****s.
It never failed.
Harvesting the phallic-shaped, gooseneck barnacles always brought male genitalia to mind. There was no denying living out here in the boondocks, I was so deprived of man flesh, the mere suggestion of a p***s got me fixated. I was amped up just thinking about seeing my very first erection in real life.
seeingHuman erection, that was.
Not the kind that hung dangling from a rock over sea spray.
Dammit.
While daydreaming about hard-ons, as per usual, I dropped my cat’s paw into the swirling surf of the tide pools below. Now it was stuck between two rocks, and I’d have to swim for it.
I folded my clothes and slid into the Pacific, whose waters were colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra. No way was the tide taking out my best tool for harve
