She took my Phallus
A shady gay sent me a dirty photo via e-mail. I opened it at work, believing it to be some stupid, yet oddly comical photo of a retard working at McDonald's. Instead, I found a dick. A small dick, but a dick nonetheless. I quickly closed the picture, erased any record of it from the browser's history, and performed a file search, just in case the file decided to place itself in some secret location within my boss's computer...there were no results, but I'm still worried. What if I missed something? I would honestly rather die than go into work today and be subjected to a series of probing questions regarding my sexually deviant behaviors.
Yesterday I remembered a pubescent moment in a bookstore where I was walking up and down the ailes of my local Crown Books, looking at a sex book. This was not porno, just a collection of biological facts and avenues to increased sexual pleasure. I was curious my penis and its pleasurable function as most twelve year old boys are. As I walked, I could feel my hardon becoming incredibly stiff, to the point where I knew that I could not conceal it by either a quick tuck or by pulling it up and placing the head in the elastic of my underwear (boys teach themselves a lot of fun tricks to hide those random boners from fellow classmates). One of the workers at Crown snuck up behind me, grabbed my book and said, "I do not think that you should be looking at this!" She shot me a disgusted look and walked away. I turned beet red and nearly cried. Of course, my dick instantaneously went soft, pushing whatever precum that had accumulated in my penal vein out and onto my boxers. Upon thinking about this event in my young sexual life, I believe that it might have adveresly effected my psychosexual development. Perhaps this embarassment at the hands of a woman has lead to my current misogynistic thoughts.
I just wanted to understand sex. Why was I shamed for doing so? God damn Midwest.
Yesterday I remembered a pubescent moment in a bookstore where I was walking up and down the ailes of my local Crown Books, looking at a sex book. This was not porno, just a collection of biological facts and avenues to increased sexual pleasure. I was curious my penis and its pleasurable function as most twelve year old boys are. As I walked, I could feel my hardon becoming incredibly stiff, to the point where I knew that I could not conceal it by either a quick tuck or by pulling it up and placing the head in the elastic of my underwear (boys teach themselves a lot of fun tricks to hide those random boners from fellow classmates). One of the workers at Crown snuck up behind me, grabbed my book and said, "I do not think that you should be looking at this!" She shot me a disgusted look and walked away. I turned beet red and nearly cried. Of course, my dick instantaneously went soft, pushing whatever precum that had accumulated in my penal vein out and onto my boxers. Upon thinking about this event in my young sexual life, I believe that it might have adveresly effected my psychosexual development. Perhaps this embarassment at the hands of a woman has lead to my current misogynistic thoughts.
I just wanted to understand sex. Why was I shamed for doing so? God damn Midwest.