Bubbler
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Dear Bizarro World Penthouse Forum,
I was at the pharmacy, minding my own business, frustrated with the inefficiency of health care, when I saw the man of my dreams in line with me. He was carrying a box of KY Yours And Mine, which really piqued my interest, even if I gave off the impression I was disgusted by it like everyone else in line. Yet, I couldn't keep my eyes off that box and the wonders it might contain for me and this mysterious man of my dreams.
This just wasn't me. I'm a sheltered, introverted man who really only gets crazy when You Can Still Rock In America comes on the radio. That goes for my sex too. Strictly hetero, straight-laced, and if I'm being honest, usually for very short bursts of passion ... think like eight seconds. I was so confused! Why was I being tempted by the fruit of a stranger at Walgreens?
Then my confusion was interrupted by an atom bomb delivered straight from his lips.
"You ever try this?" he says and points to it.
I was so shocked by his brazen outward gesture and also by his svengali-like detection of my arousal. If I were a woman, I'd have been wetter than Meredith Baxter-Birney in a roomful of schoolgirls.
I was frozen in ecstasy and couldn't muster a response, my dumbfoundedness giving him a chance to make an even more brazen move. He took me by the hand and we sprinted out of that Walgreens. As we did, I heard Tiffany's I Think We're Alone Now come over the speakers, how apropos! ...
... three months later, I haven't looked back, my new beau has widened my horizons beyond my wildest imagination ... and dreams. The most important thing is that he's cured me of my eight-second affliction. Who knew that when I had that chance meeting with Jack (I call him "Blades", for reasons beyond the Night Ranger connection that can filed under "Don't kiss and tell" ;) ;) ), at the pharmacy, that my life would be changed forever!
Loved and lubed for more than eight seconds at a time,
BYH
:D :D :D
I was at the pharmacy, minding my own business, frustrated with the inefficiency of health care, when I saw the man of my dreams in line with me. He was carrying a box of KY Yours And Mine, which really piqued my interest, even if I gave off the impression I was disgusted by it like everyone else in line. Yet, I couldn't keep my eyes off that box and the wonders it might contain for me and this mysterious man of my dreams.
This just wasn't me. I'm a sheltered, introverted man who really only gets crazy when You Can Still Rock In America comes on the radio. That goes for my sex too. Strictly hetero, straight-laced, and if I'm being honest, usually for very short bursts of passion ... think like eight seconds. I was so confused! Why was I being tempted by the fruit of a stranger at Walgreens?
Then my confusion was interrupted by an atom bomb delivered straight from his lips.
"You ever try this?" he says and points to it.
I was so shocked by his brazen outward gesture and also by his svengali-like detection of my arousal. If I were a woman, I'd have been wetter than Meredith Baxter-Birney in a roomful of schoolgirls.
I was frozen in ecstasy and couldn't muster a response, my dumbfoundedness giving him a chance to make an even more brazen move. He took me by the hand and we sprinted out of that Walgreens. As we did, I heard Tiffany's I Think We're Alone Now come over the speakers, how apropos! ...
... three months later, I haven't looked back, my new beau has widened my horizons beyond my wildest imagination ... and dreams. The most important thing is that he's cured me of my eight-second affliction. Who knew that when I had that chance meeting with Jack (I call him "Blades", for reasons beyond the Night Ranger connection that can filed under "Don't kiss and tell" ;) ;) ), at the pharmacy, that my life would be changed forever!
Loved and lubed for more than eight seconds at a time,
BYH
:D :D :D