It’s Not You. It’s Your Penis!
By Unknown. It was a week ago Friday. My heart was in my throat as I fumbled to get the key into my apartment door. Jean hugged my left arm. My biceps was sandwiched between her perfect tits. She smelled so good. Could I be any more nervous? A giant sweat bead begins to roll down my brow. “Goddamn key.” My hand was shaking like a leaf. The moment of truth would soon be here. Would it go better this
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