The Alien spacecraft was taking me back to earth
It had been a remarkable ride
They had nabbed me while I was taking the garbage out
And they’ve held me ever since
Flying around the galaxy and visiting planets and meeting other alien creatures
Gunda was my companion
Gunda was responsible for me
Gunda took care of me
Now she was sad I was going back
One of her long black tentacles reached out and touched my lips
Another tentacle was stroking my hair
Another was holding my waist
And yet another was gratifying me sexually
This was a common scene played out several times during my adventure
She ( I don’t really know if Gunda was a she or a he or an it, it didn’t matter)
I just like to think she was a she
It has helped me get thru any feelings of guilt or shame
She made that guttering little laughing sound like a moped stalling
I think she was enjoying the moment
As was I
I could see earth coming into view
I could feel Gunda’s tentacles working my body like a finely trained masseuse
Some of her many eyes were looking into mine
Several others were jiggling about crazily
And yet others were staring off at earth
‘Oh Gunda I will miss you’
I whispered
And then I blacked out and woke up on my front lawn
Often I find myself staring up at the black sky
Wondering where Gunda was and what she was doing
And I go back inside and take one of my pet Octopus’s out
And continue to attempt to train them to do what Gunda did to me
Often with catastrophic or hilarious results
Am I a lucky man or a cursed one?
It seems it all depends on the mood of my pet Octopus…..