Sildenafil Stunt Cock
Ten blue pills arrived in the mail today. Viagra. Normally I’m a sexual purist and I’ve always considered myself a reasonably competent woodsman, but I’m somehow attracted to the sci-fi nature of performance enhancement drugs. It’s perhaps not surprising how a country ruled by such prudery is so secretly obsessed with sexual performance.
A friend pushed a pill on me a week ago and I was, like, pleased with the results. I grew my very own Sildenafil Stunt Cock—a superhard ramrod of pumping pleasure able to perform under the most trying of circumstances. I can now summon my most priapic morning episodes at will. A piece of lead with wings on it, as Henry Miller described his erections in Tropic of Cancer.
Leslie was sore for a couple of days. Maybe it worked too well. Can’t wait to try it out at the loft party tomorrow.
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