Right, I've had a go at this 500 word story thingy
This time with an exotic angle.

It's pr0n, of sorts. And exactly 500 words, which I was pleased about.

It's straight out of my head, and so won't win any creative writing prizes, but here goes.

Enjoy. Criticism welcome as always.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 23:07, 4 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

The Jungle
It was a typical day in the equatorial jungle lands that he had spent the last four months exploring. That oppressive, steamy, airless heat that seemed to sap the energy from his very soul. For seventeen weeks now, he had existed on nothing but rainwater, native plants, and the occasional animal which he had shot and roasted on a camp fire. Not once in that time had he made contact with another human

His entire being ached with the effort of hacking his way through the dense undergrowth, and his thoughts turned toward the end of his journey. In only three more weeks, he would have completed his transit through this hazardous terrain, and travel to the port. There he would then board the ship which would return him safely to Britain, where he would be be guaranteed a hero’s welcome. But that was unimportant compared to the real reason he would welcome his return to home soil. He vowed that no more would he travel these hostile lands, but instead make a home with his beloved Clara. His peregrinations would cease forever.

Thoughts of Clara served to stir feelings in his loins. How he wished to once more revel in her tender embrace, to feel her throbbing heart next to his as they jointly reached the heights of ecstasy. Suddenly he was shaken from his reverie by a sharp motion to his left.

Readying his firearm, he turned and followed in the direction of the disturbance, hoping he would find perhaps a boar on which he could later dine. He crept silently for a minute, and then emerged into a clearing. Blinking against the sunlight filtering into the glade, his eyes fixed upon the first human life he had seen in his journey. A dozen young native women, naked but for a cord round the waist, stood at the far side of the clearing, regarding him with suspicious eyes.

His already excited mind was further aroused by this vision, and he felt himself stiffen involuntarily at the beauty before him. Thoughts of Clara came to his mind, but the months of celibacy soon ensured that the present situation took precedence. Noticing the obvious swelling in his breeches, the women approached him and started to dance around him. Closer and closer they came, until they were brushing their firm young breasts against his tired body. They took it in turns to touch him, all the while the contact becoming more intimate. They started to remove his clothing and soon he was as naked as they were, and fully aroused.

Now their intimacy was more intense. Their lithe bodies swarmed around him, their nipples erect, until one lay down on the ground, motioning for him to come and lie with her.

He approached, and bent towards her. He could smell her musky aroma but as he was about to commit the act, he glanced up to see a group of native warriors, each with a crossbow aimed at his head.

“Bollocks!”
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 23:07, Reply)

Ahh shit
I forgot to add "firm" to mine, was going for as many pr0n cliches as I could think of.

I'm liking yours K2k6 :)
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 23:14, Reply)

Excellent!
Is it wrong, though, that I read "Suddenly he was shaken" as "Suddenly he was shaven"...?
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 23:23, Reply)

Well, thanks folks
Shaven? Ha ha!

Freudian, methinks.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 23:38, Reply)