h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Walking through the darkness I came upon a light. A street lantern that shone downwards retreating the umbriferious cloak that swarmed around it. So I further traveled to this wash of colour in my viscous nocturne. And as the sights became clearer to me I gasped, taken aback by the truths that my eyes led me to believe. For before me lay a cadaver, fresh indeed, and though I witnessed this corpse with with a startle I thanked my fate that it was not pustrecent, no wave of flies and maggots made this corpse their home, no reek and stink of the grave sunk low like a miasma, "thank" I said to myself "for small mercies." It I began to take note was tied to the Lantern by wire, twisted around the wrist and ever so slightly gouging its way into the supple flesh. The band of metal was fraught with bards and pierced the poor wretch and made indents upon the Lamp itself.

The skin was tinged white, it was starting through the absence of its functioning systems to become quite cold, lips turned a cerulean blue, A contrast to the dark hair that hung from his head, His grey eyes were open though lifeless, they told nothing of his mind, not a trace of a soul was betrayed by those sterile orbs, all that remained of this creature now was muscle and bone.

It looked like in life this poor body possessed the most magnificent vigour, his arms still bore the look of stiff muscles, his lithe legs gave the impression that they were once strong. His chest still firm with the flesh that provided him with his beauty in life. I looked upon him and sighed regret that I was to meet him in such lamentable circumstances.

I did right by him, and decided to strip him of his attire, such a specimen as this deserved to be seen entirely in his natural state. And proceeded thus to cut (I always had on me my knife) his black fitted shirt. To server the seams that held his trousers together, and washed in the chemical light my eyes were drenched in a spectacular and model variety of man. His body as I have describe delighted me intensely, his flesh and curvature of muscle, his dark hair set like a crown upon his pale skin.

I felt my trousers stir, in my bewilderment of the body my lust raised and the blood extended its flow to the extremes of my body. I touched myself, exited and felt a need to caress the skin, to touch his hair to indulge in ever tactile sensation my mind could endure. So I passed my hand gently at first upon his flesh, the husk of his body was cold but hard I suspired that his form was still stiff, the touch of his skin surged In me again a wave of stark lust, I ached to release the building passion that reserved itself in my crotch.

It was in this swelling that I finally too deep in my nympholepsy gave way to the most perverted of my desires and removed his underclothes