(Here is another of the tales of Roy in Clingfilm other people have sent me. This is a most unusual tale for it is written from an unexpected point of view. The author may be deranged and yet I enjoyed this story very much and it caused me to muse for many minutes. - Ulli)
It begins innocently enough, I sit in the trunk of a car, waiting.
Darkness surrounds my body. I don't know why or how I came to be here. Limbless, movement is impossible but I am aware that my purpose will be fulfilled with or without my consent.
I sense muffled voices coming from outside the car. One voice higher, more excited than the other. Unable to make out the meaning of the conversation, I amuse myself by tightening myself along my hard, cardboard center.
Tight; now loose. Tight again. Loosen. Tighter, harder still -now quickly loose!
The trunk suddenly opens, and I am bathed in sunlight. My silky translucence both passes and reflects the sun as it covers my long, thick cylindrical form.
I sense the ecstatic pleasure of the hand that touches my perfect body. Is the pleasure from my cool smooth touch? No. Something else arrouses this man!
And then I know. Suddenly I know why I am here. The man in black. His body cries out to me in anguish!
Never before have i felt such pity for someone. Alone and unbound, Roy Orbison's limbs are free to move with painful nonrestriction! My silken form screams to Roy. I want nothing more than to hold this man inside myself, wrapped in the coccoon of my love for several hours.
Then it happens. I don't know why and I don't know how, but I find myself being unwound again and again from my long firm center rod and rewrapped arround the long firm black rod that is Roy Orbison.
As I spin in dizzying circles, the room becomes a kaleidescope of color and light reflected harmoniously from both myself and Mr. Orbison's dark glasses.
I drop my core to the ground, spent, as I cover the Man in Black's face.
He is now completely covered in me!
I remain wrapped around Mr. Orbison for several hours, finally being removed and thrown into a nearby trash bin.
Left to wallow in filth, my mind begins to wander back to happier times.
It begins innocently enough...
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