"Row, men! Row like the Her throat gaped at the stern!" The captain's voice along with a rythmic drum inspire the oar-men and they pick up speed, heaving their sweating bodies into the ivory hafts. The ship's sails, uslesss in such stormy weather, come down thrashing like a feral beast. "Row, gad damn you weaklings row!!" As the taught mariner leans into the rudder, waves of saliva crash over the deck carrying away two men to their bubbly demise and soaking the rest. You wipe the spit out of your eyes and laugh at the efforts of the Goddess to up set your craft. Ahead already shining through the fog rise the white cliffs of her teeth and between them, safe port. Your captain cries, "make for the gum line, lads, we've almost made i..."
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Tsuchi savored every delectable slice of her sashimi. The raw salmon was her favorite and she took her sweet time, savoring it through slow, thoughtful chewing. The waiter a bit ruffled by her orgiastic expression, crossed his arms while he waited politely for her to open her eyes. When she did she realized her glass was empty, she held it up to be refilled, "supashi-bo."
"Douitashimashite." As he leaves the woman takes a deep draught of ice water and swirls it around collecting the remaining flavor of her food. "Mmmm."
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"BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!" Everyone clutched the nearest piece of ship while behind them a wave of saliva crested. With a force which threw two oarsman screaming over the side, the liquid lifted the ship and her surviving crew aloft.
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