Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community - The Calypso Deep (An Erotic Sci-Fi Microfiction)

Hey guys and gals. It's been a while since I posted anything, but here I am groveling back for your much-appreciated opinions. I just finished writing this little bit of microfiction with the hopes of submitting it to Circlet Press for their microfiction selection (aka Free Reads, which essentially just wins me a free book if I get selected.

I'd like to know if you would be interested in seeing the story and subject expanded for a more traditional short story length, to thereby submit to an anthology.

Also, because this has such a sci-fi slant, I'm hoping it isn't subject to the "send to Halx" rule for erotica. If it is, I apologize.

The Calypso Deep

In many ways, slipping into the icy, stygian depths of the Mediterranean was strangely reminiscent of burrowing into a warm vagina, in the way that two opposites will always have their own cordial parallels. Where the sensation of a welcoming pussy is warm and soft, the ocean hits one with a biting chill and as the human body plummets deeper into the murky depths that strikes one with an alien sense of wonder, a soft cunt welcomes its guest cock with the pleasantries of a particularly buxom embrace. It is for this reason I most appreciate the ocean.

As I sunk into the sea, propelled by the weight of my government-designed scuba suit, I allowed my body to absorb the unnatural pleasures of the sea. I would be traveling roughly five thousand meters to reach the bottom of the Calypso Deep, the lowest point in the Mediterranean, and so I felt comfortable with the knowledge that I could spend plenty of time with my nefarious mistress.

While most of my body was entrapped by the cushioned rubber suit covered in turn by a complicated array of kevlar and metal, the few creases that allowed water to probe my flesh provided an intoxicating sensation. Instead of the ocean spreading its freezing touch across my body, it instead roughly fondled minute points of my anatomy, transforming what was once an imprecise blanket of cold into a careful application of tantalizingly painful needles.

It took well over an hour to pass down half of the Calypso Deep. By this point the inky darkness had simply become a black void. With my suit’s lights off, it would have made no difference had I closed my eyes or committed to a staring contest with the fathoms. After some time, I was hesitant to acknowledge whether or not I was even awake.

The Deep seemed to pass by forever. An endless bout of passion as I squirmed in my suit, ignoring the low-volume calls from the crew above. They would expect me to only hear static at these depths, so why not use that to my advantage? As my mind wandered through its cache of erotic prose praising the ocean’s tingling pleasures, I could feel my hard-on press against its steely codpiece. How I wanted to express my love and my lust for this godlike element!

Then, as if to rudely awaken me from my fantasies, my helmet rang out with a nerve-shattering alarm: OCEAN DEPTH FEASIBILITY EXCEEDED. I looked downward at the reading that sprung up on the display and shuddered with fright--I had reached six thousand meters! But this couldn’t be, it was impossible: the chord would have stopped me from heading past fifty-five hundred and the crew--oh. I waved my bulky arms overhead to find no line to secure me to the ship above. If I had been listening instead of dreaming up nonsense about the sea’s uterus maybe I would have heard their warnings, had time to come up with a plan.

Shit! What plan? The furthest down the Calypso Deep went was supposed to be just over five thousand meters! Was the reading wrong? Perhaps salt water had leaked into part of the system, maybe it was faulty... I waved my arms and legs around feebly, reaching nothing but further expanses of black water.

Something grabbed me. My leg became entrapped in a vice grip and when I attempted to activate my suit’s light system, nothing happened. The blackness continued on, and I screamed as my body was pulled down deeper and deeper--past seven thousand meters! Five hundred more! In the blink of an eye, I was passing down deeper and deeper, the numbers on my H.U.D. flying by like a slot machine. Hot tears streamed down my face, and prayer started to seem like a viable option.

Then, I stopped. Not softly, as if I had simply stopped being pulled, but harshly and with the blunt force of falling into the arms of a fireman after a five story drop. It was still holding me, at a depth that would rival the Mariana Trench, an impossible feeling in an impossible place. Around me was still darkness and I could feel the water, now colder than ever, reaching into the crevices of my suit to burn my flesh with its ungodly chill. That’s when I felt it spread.

At first, it simply peeled away my leg encasement, which at twenty-two kilos a piece were both expensive pieces of hardware and had taken hours to properly attach and adjust, and yet the raw power of this, this ocean tore them off in a matter of seconds. The suit had prevented the water pressure from crushing me, but now as my naked feet hung in the deathly cool water... nothing. I could feel the water encompassing my leg, all but numbing it with its icy touch, the ocean’s invisible hands caressing my calves and then my thighs.

My chest and back protection were the next to magically evaporate. The algid touch crept up my spine and spread to my abdomen with the forcefulness of a weary lover. It swept across my nipples several times, allowing them an impossible amount of warmth for several preposterous seconds before attacking them with what I can only describe as two ice maiden mouths savagely sucking and biting without restraint.

Finally my cod piece, which extended to protect my hips and ass, was taken. Admittedly, this frightened me at first. My helmet, without air support since the loss of my back piece, was the only element of human engineering I had left. These thoughts quickly disappeared as the invisible hands rubbed against my raging erection, devouring the head and fondling the balls with a ferocity I wouldn’t have even expected in a S&M club. Pain and pleasure, mixed with the cold that in turn provided the erotic warmth, mixed and mingled inside me. I could hear myself moaning and screaming and wincing and crying and--

My helmet was gone. Water filled my ears and mouth, and when I attempted to close my gaping maw I found that the water had solidified into a jelly state, pumping in and out of my throat. I attempted to gasp as another liquid phallus forced itself into my anus to send several volts of electricity into my prostate. It was as a liquid catheter entered my meatus and plunged into the urethra that I could not control myself any longer. My orgasm was so titanic that it should have been a crime no poetry would every write of it. I shuddered violently, as if in a seizure, my breath heavy despite all of science saying I should be dead, not getting fucked by the ocean!

I passed out. My crew would later tell me that I had washed up two weeks later on the coast of Sicily, naked. I did not dare to relate my story, but I was quick to state the importance of a second mission down to the bottom of the Calypso Deep.