stimulus
I can’t deny it, I like to read stories… Though I should be a little more responsible about surfing to places like this at work, since I am pretty sure they monitor us. And let’s face it, getting ‘aroused’ at one’s desk is hardly good for being productive at work, unless of course one’s heading out for a “lunch date” or “nooner”, which I’ve never done. Though I can’t say I’ve never wanted to. Sadly there’s a bookstore up the street. You know, one of those kinds. I’ve never even considered it, *ew*. Repressed businessmen and closeted gay boys in some seedy little porn palace trying to look over their shoulders as they enter to ensure no one sees them go in. A friend of mine in Delaware owned a bookstore and occasionally I’d watch the counter for him as he went to get some food. It was scary and sometimes sad seeing the guys walk in, get their tokens and mill about around the back in some dance that perhaps only ants or bees could figure out. This booth, or that booth, or do they get bold and do it in the bathroom risking arrest. I can’t complain though, since he sold me porn at a significantly reduced rate, and rented me tapes for free. Have I mentioned before how much I love porn? So much easier and more convenient than a man at times. Stimulation on demand…
