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  • I remember one of the first tales I ever told on Cowbird.

    It was about when my friend Emily was bitten by one of those mosquitoes that lay their eggs in your flesh.

    She was in the Brazilian rainforest on a university archeological dig.

    Usually it's no big deal.

    But the mosquito happened to have a taste of Emily while she was urinating, so since the flesh where the eggs were incubating was always warm and wet...

    The larvae was refusing to leave such a damp and welcoming nest.

    It became a little bit of a problem.

    It wouldn’t have been so bad if civilization weren’t so far away, but then, if she were closer to civilization she wouldn’t be in this predicament.

    She was in the middle of a remote and lush rainforest with jungle mosquito larvae swelling and throbbing in her swollen labia.

    I can almost imagine what that must have felt like.

    I’m squirming now.

    She must have been obsessed with it.

    Touching herself...alone at night, tucked in her tent, spreading her legs to let the cooler night air soothe the throbbing, using a fan to frondle herself.

    heh-heh...hmm hmm...yeah...

    I’m sure she must have been just a little frightened...

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    Oh! Wait...I’m sorry...where was I?

    The first story...

    So she is in the middle of heaven with a hot and throbbing snatch, but it was becoming too painful...the eggs were getting too large.

    Getting any further along on the expedition was becoming impossible.

    Emily had to ask her archeology professor to slice open her tenderness and set the skeeters free.

    I remember asking her if she was mortified...having to expose herself so openly, like that.

    She said no.

    "He was really gentle."

    I tried to imagine what it would be like to trust someone that much.

    At the time that she told me the story...I couldn't.

    "Did it hurt for long? Could you look at your prof the same way ever again?"

    She said it actually brought them closer.

    Closer than even hiking through the Amazon jungle.

    And she said it didn't hurt nearly as much after...she was just a little sore for a few days.

    Pretty crazy story, right?

    It isn't posted on the site anymore.

    It’s lost to the first time I hit “delete account”.

    It's too bad.

    It was a pretty big hit.

    I remember.

    It got an awful lot of loves.

    Ah, Cowbird(ers)...

    I will miss this place.
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