Shriveled, wrinkly mushrooms stood alone, a sad relic from its juicier days. Its cap drooped, resembling a deflated balloon, as if all its zest had been squeezed out.
With each gust of wind, it wobbled, resembling a tipsy old man stumbling along. Devilish stalks had drained from its once vibrant flesh, leaving behind a pitiful, dried-up specimen, desperately craving a sip of rejuvenation.
"Fuck! I feel so…harassed!" Alistair thought, as there was no other word to describe how he felt right now. It had been wonderful at first, the fondling, the stimulation.
Although it was done by a less attractive organism, it felt just as it was supposed to. Well, that was just for a couple of hours until it started to hurt.
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'Fuck! How long has it been since these things started doing what they are doing?' Alistair thought.
