My wife and I have just celebrated our eleventh anniversary and I want to tell you about it. Let me explain that Irma is a fantastic-looking lady, with a great ass and soft, round breasts that make a lot of men turn their heads. We put our kids to bed and proceeded to pop the cork on a bottle of champagne. After half a bottle I suggested a warm shower. While the water was running on us, we worked our soapy hands over each other. Irma brought my six inches to life and I got her nipples hard and fingered her pussy until she almost came. This is when I got out of the shower and told her I was going to get dinner.
Half an hour later Irma met me at the door wearing a sexy, low-cut dress, holding a glass of champagne. She kissed me, then ground her pussy into my already hard cock. My hands moved around and felt her fine ass. I could feel her garter belt through the thin material of her dress. She backed off and asked what I wanted for dessert. She pulled up the hem of her dress and displayed a perfect triangle of hair between her white garter belt and soft nylons. We ate dinner and played footsie by candlelight. Then we opened our second bottle of champagne and retired to the bedroom.
Irma started rubbing my cock through my pants. She unzipped me and pulled me free. I lifted her dress and started kissing and licking her inner thighs. She asked if I wanted one of my fantasies played out: Would I like to watch her through a window while she played with herself? I jumped at the offer and grabbed a ladder as I ran out of the house.
I climbed the ladder to our bedroom window just in time to see her lazily combing her hair in front of a mirror. She looked great. She untied her shoulder straps and pushed her dress down past her breasts, pausing to squeeze them and roll her nipples between her fingers. She continued pushing the dress down until it lay on the floor. There she was in only a white, lacy garter belt, nylons, and red high-heel shoes. Irma started rubbing her hands over her tits and down into her wet pussy, where I could see her juices glistening. She slowly walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. She then lay down on the bed and started pulling at her nipples and fingering her wet slit. Her hips were working in time with her hand and fingers when she took the vibrator and inserted it all the way up her wet, red pussy. At this point I could take no more. I almost fell off the ladder. I ran back inside, throwing my clothes off in the process. I jumped between her legs and ate her out until she came and shot her pussy juice in my mouth. We then fucked in every way possible. I can’t wait for our anniversary next year. Name and address withheld
As I am writing this letter to Penthouse Letters I would like you to know what I am wearing.
I have on a white lace strapless bra, a tight-fitting pair of black silk panties pulled up tight between the cheeks of my well-rounded ass , a pair of black silk stockings with elastic tops, and a wraparound bathrobe made of silk and bearing an oriental print.
The reason I am writing to you is to see if there are others out there like me who are willing to come out of the closet and share similar sexual experiences with their fellow readers. You see, I also have my cock and balls tucked up inside my groin, a tube of desensitizing lubricant, a few Kleenex and a jar at cocoa butter by my side, with a copy of Penthouse Letters on my lap.
Sounds strange, you might say? Well believe me, any man who hasn’t had any pussy in a long time, like me, will find all this very stimulating during the act of masturbation. I would like to explain my procedure for those of you who appreciate the real pleasure derived from masturbation.
First, if you have it, smoke a little mind-tobacco and dress up in any kind of women’s undergarments. Be sure to tuck your balls in and stretch your soft penis back between your ass-cheeks so that when you put on your silk panties your manhood is concealed from view. Then, with the stage set, I sit in my overstuffed chair, secure my latest issue of Penthouse Letters and start becoming those beautiful women that you feature each month.
I love the expert photos of your models and dream of coming back after I die as a beautiful woman, with a perfectly rounded pair of breasts and a tight, hot, juicy pussy.
With this in mind, I now simply stroke my stiff shaft with a large, seeded, cut out and heated grapefruit. Man! That is the closest thing to a real beaver. Naturally, in no time at all, you are blowing your rocks all over the place. Take my word for it, guys, if you aren’t scoring, try my method. I really believe you will find it as exciting a sexual experience as you can get on your own. And it isn’t a sign of homosexuality at all for a man to pamper and love his body the way only a man can.
No woman really knows all your fantasies or sexual desires. If this is yours, don’t worry. Try it and see what you think. Name and address withheld
I have a fetish I want to tell you about. Maybe it will even inspire some of your other female readers to try it. Well, okay, so maybe your male readers will at least mention it to their mates, who will then be curious enough to give it a shot.
I have loved to masturbate ever since I can remember, and I found lots of ways to go about getting myself off. The old faithful fingers are sure to bring swift, speedy relief, but sometimes my pussy needs an extra buzz from my favorite vibrator. Many times my eight-inch dildo just hits the spot. But I’ve found an even better way to satiate that little ache between my legs when I’m alone and horny. And it’s as close as my warm, sudsy bathtub.
I just love to move my ass up underneath the tub faucet with the water flowing out at maximum power. It gives my clit a real thrill.
My foreplay begins the moment I submerge into the steamy water. My mind wanders to my most erotic fantasies and my hands wander all over my body. Then I add a little soap to the water, working it into a nice lather.
I make sure to pay plenty of attention to my soft, large breasts and hard nipples. My clit begins to buzz and even the simple sound of the water falling gets me hot with anticipation. Pinching and rubbing my erect nipples sends hot flashes to my cunt. Even with all that water surrounding me, I know that my pussy is wet with my own warm liquid.
But I can only tease myself for so long, so I let the water start draining and scoot my ass toward the faucet. The position is a little silly, but well worth it once that powerful flow lands on my swollen clit. And to be sure I get maximum sensation, I reach my hands down and gently spread my pussy lips, pulling the hood up to expose my clit. Then all I have to do is lay back and enjoy, letting the sheer force of the pounding water swell my aching clit until I explode.
One of my all-time favorites involves reliving the first time I deep-throated a man. He had a nice cock—long, thick and glistening with its own juice. I was on my knees, my ass up in the air, and he was fucking my cunt from behind. I was really getting off on his pole thrusting into me good and hard, his heavy balls slapping against my softly rounded ass. Then he began talking to me real dirty and I went nuts.
He started saying how much he’d like to shoot his thick semen deep down my throat and into my belly. All the while he was pumping his slick, fat cock deeper and harder into me. Then he surprised me by saying, “How come when I talk about putting my cock down your throat your pussy gets even wetter?”
During all the action I guess I hadn’t really noticed just how turned on I’d become. I didn’t answer him, but he already had it all figured out. “Does your silence mean you want my cock in your mouth?” he asked.
I was hesitant at first and mumbled a vague reply. Luckily he knew how to take the initiative. I felt his cock slide wetly out of my grasping pussy and trail its hot, throbbing length up over my swollen nipples, along my jawline, then up to my virgin mouth. He was good and wet from my pussy juices, and he started pushing the velvety head into my mouth.
It was a tight fit, but I cried out with pleasure as it passed the ring of muscles at the back of my throat. He stopped moving and waited for me to relax. I had more pulsating cock in my mouth than I’d ever had before! When he began to move deeper, it still felt fantastic and only muffled moans escaped my lips. Each thrust was a little deeper, then I relaxed my throat completely and he slid his entire length into me. His pungent pubic hairs mingled with my nostril hairs, intoxicating me with his smell.
I begged him to give me more by grabbing his taut ass-cheeks and pulling him toward me. He was surprised I was such a fast learner—after all, it was my first time deep-throating.
Soon he had a good rhythm going, and I reached down to rub my clit with my fingers. I swear I have never felt wetter. My juices literally soaked my hand, and I was almost having a hard time staying on my clit with all that slippery stuff flowing over it. I worked myself up to the edge of orgasm as he snaked his tool back and forth down my throat. My entire body was like one huge rubber band, stretched to its limit—then snapped. As my explosion began wracking my body, I felt my partner’s cock swell even more, then burst. He came so much and so hard that it gushed out of my mouth and over his wiry hairs.
I’m sure the neighbors heard my cries of passion—I have always been loud when I come. And each time I think about my first deep-throat orgasm, with the bathtub water pounding on my throbbing clit, I come again, my hips lifting me off the tub floor. It’s a very satisfying experience and always cures my lonely cunt blues. So give it a try gals, and happy sailing! Name and address withheld
I’m a nineteen-year-old guy in my first year of college. I love everything to do with sex—magazines, books, films and, of course, masturbation. I love getting my rocks off any way I can.
One weekend, when my family went to visit our relatives in a distant city, I had the run of our apartment. I decided to turn our guest room into a playroom. I moved the furniture around, covered the floor with newspaper and cardboard, and carried the big mirror from the front hall and set it up against the wall. Then I warmed up some vegetable oil in a pot.
Armed with my well-thumbed stack of Penthouse Letters, my bong, the oil and a roll of paper towels, I went into my playroom and stripped. First I admired my fine, youthful body in the mirror. I ran my hands over my tight muscles, caressing my shoulders and biceps. My cock sprang to a respectable six inches. I did a few hits on my bong to heighten my sensations and poured the warm oil all over my chest. It ran down my flat belly, dripping onto the newspaper. I spread it all over my body until I glistened and shone like a Greek god. I lay down, and while flipping through a current issue of Penthouse Letters with one hand, I oiled up my cock with the other.
I swung my legs up and braced myself against the mirror so I could get a good look at my family jewels. My smooth, hard buttocks shone with the oil, and I kneaded them with my free hand. My scrotum was completely relaxed, and I pulled at my swollen, glistening balls, running my fingers through my thick, oil-drenched pubic hair. Then I sat on the newspaper cross-legged.
My cock was purple with anticipation. I jerked on it wildly as I read the letters. Seeing myself in the mirror was such a turn-on. I let the tightness in my groin reach a fevered pitch before I stopped jerking. Then, when I regained my breath, I started beating my meat again, bringing myself even closer to the point. I rocked back and forth on the newspaper and moaned as I cranked my swollen prick, no longer able to focus on the magazine.
Sensing my orgasm was near, I went over to the bureau and pulled out the top drawer halfway. Then I put a pillow for my head at the base of the bureau. Swinging my legs over my head, I braced my feet against the underside of the top drawer and put the head of my cock to my lips. I groaned and pushed harder. The tip of my cock slipped into my mouth. My teeth closed around the purple head and I bit lightly on my hot, salty flesh. I could not get my cock any further into my mouth, but my balls hung down and suspended themselves inches away from my eyes.
Glancing to the right, I could just see my pleasure-contorted body in the mirror. That was too much. I started jerking my pole for all I was worth. As I was about to release, I positioned the head of my cock inches above my eager mouth. Splashes of hot come splattered into my mouth and ran onto my heaving chest. I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips. I was so thorough, I didn’t even need paper towels to clean myself. Then I realized that this was just the first hour of my first day alone. Name and address withheld
Once upon a recent time I was certain that most if not all of the Penthouse Letters letters were figments of bizarre imaginations. But my recent experience has changed my mind.
Having some free time one day at work, I began glancing at a Penthouse Letters that I keep in my desk. As I reviewed some of the letters and gazed at several of the desirable females, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the desire of my stiffening and excited friend who was straining to break out of his confinement. As I gave him an occasional rub, I decided it would probably be wise to make a trip down the hall and help him gain some satisfaction—give him a hand, as it were.
Just as I was about ready to depart, my secretary, Linda, brought in the morning mail. Whether she had seen me stroking myself I still don’t know, but she did comment on the Penthouse Letters magazine. After some nervous joking, she asked if I thought the letters were real. Suddenly I found myself in a very open discussion of sex with a girl that had previously been strictly a business associate.
I think I was the most surprised by my candor, even admitting to Linda my intention of masturbating in the men’s room. Her response almost knocked me over. First, she confided to me that she often did the same thing and, second, that upon occasion—usually when she was left alone in the office—she simply stayed late and made herself come in her panties.
Needless to say, by this time I was about ready to explode. Then came the coup de grace. Linda explained that she’d never watched a man jack off. She wondered if we could do it together.
If asked what I would give to watch this gorgeous, sensuous, most desirable sweetheart finger herself, I would have said no price was too high. But I also realized that this was not the most appropriate setting. Without waiting for my answer Linda went to shut the door. Then she raised her skirt and began slowly rubbing her cunt in a soft, circular motion over the rapidly dampening crotch of her light blue panties.
Normally I pride myself on using a reasonable amount of good judgment, but this was too much. My only concern now was whether I could get my cock out of my pants before I shot my load. Frankly, I was afraid to fondle myself at all for fear that the slightest touch would immediately trigger my climax. Carefully, I gave only the softest strokes to my engorged tool while mesmerized by Linda’s mounting pleasure.
When she pulled aside her panties to insert one finger inside her wet slit, I couldn’t hold back. I wanted to caress the beautiful clit with my tongue, but I simply watched her reach an almost frenzied pace as we both came.
I am certain this will lead to other activities, and it’s certainly a delight anticipating them. Name and address withheld
I am a twenty-six-year-old girl who loves everything about sex. I sometimes feel that I live and breathe for orgasmic bliss. I’m five feet seven inches tall, weigh one hundred and eighteen pounds, and proudly possess 35-23-34 measurements. My most intense pleasure is achieved through prolonged masturbation fantasies, and I have developed some very satisfying techniques over the past few years.
When I feel myself getting horny, I usually smoke a joint and get very relaxed. Then I retire to my bedroom and get out a few goodies I keep in a drawer. These are a bottle of baby oil, a dildo, a vibrator, and some nude-male magazines. Placing these items on the bed, I stand before a large mirror and watch myself as I slowly undress. I look so sexy in my lacy bra and panties, removing them slowly and dropping them on the floor! My soft skin tingles as I caress my breasts. They heave and swell slightly as I cup them in my hands. Now I take the baby oil and smooth it over my skin. My pussy begins to feel damp and warm as my hands slide down there. I gasp slightly, then move to the bed, where I stretch out, massaging my body with tender strokes. I lie there for a while and stroke my oil-slicked breasts and pussy, rubbing my lips and clit into a highly aroused state.
Now I open the pages to one of the photos of a deliciously handsome hunk, naked, with a huge hard-on. My mouth waters as I fantasize that I am sucking on his swollen cock. Uncontrollably, I stick two fingers into my hot box and moan from the pleasure. I’m so very wet and hot down there. I want and need more. Taking my eight-inch dildo, I smooth my own love-juices over its length as I suck the tip, stroking it as if it were real. It is slick now, and warm from my touch as I bring it to my aching pussy. I bend my legs up and apart as I guide the head to my cunt. My hips push forward to meet it and I push just the head inside. “Oh,” I moan, “fuck me baby! Stick it in!” I urge my fantasy lover on. I begin to pump the cock into my seething cunt, pushing it in deeper and deeper, an inch at a time. It feels so wonderful. I am moaning in ecstasy now, fucking my tender twat with pure lust and devotion in a slow, smooth pumping motion. I am so very hot and feel fantastic. Now I take my vibrator and put it where the dildo was. It is on low speed and makes every inch of my tunnel tingle. “Oh, shit, I’m coming!”
Now I remove the vibrator and replace it with the dildo. I guide the juice-soaked vibrator all around the gaping lips of my pussy. As I resume stroking the dildo into my pussy, I begin to pass the purring vibrator lightly over my clit. It feels so good. Almost instantly I come again, but continue to pump without missing a beat.
I am in heaven and quite nearly delirious from this intense and prolonged stimulation. My hips are undulating, rotating and pumping back in response. The dildo slides effortlessly to the depths of my pussy.
My pussy feels on fire. I’m now fucking myself in oblivious passion. I am on the edge of the big one now.
The waves of pleasure are very overpowering and rapidly overtaking my body. My entire being is pulsating and throbbing, synchronized to the pumping motion of my hands. I moan loudly as this last orgasm takes hold. My love juices are streaming from my pussy and my muscles violently around the dildo. It all feels so terribly good! Name and address withheld
I do not have an experience to share, but rather a dream—a dream that has given me a lot of restless nights.
I am twenty-one years old, have brown hair and brown eyes. I weigh about one hundred and fifty-five pounds. I am not handsome, but not ugly either. I’ve been married for five years to a lady I love very much, and who has given me a wonderful son.
Here’s the dream: It has repeated itself about four nights a week. Each night, before retiring, I hope I have the dream.
It always starts the same. There is a beautiful brunette, 38-26-36, whom, for clarity, I’ll call Jane. It’s three in the afternoon and she’s sitting in an easy chair, reading a steamy novel and thinking about the evening ahead. Her husband Jeff would find a pleasant surprise waiting when he got home.
Her thoughts wander from the book as she plans for her surprise. She will slip into a dark blue corset with matching panties, black stockings, and high-heeled shoes. Then she will put on a low-cut, black evening gown to top it off. While her mind is wandering, imagining the night ahead, her hands are caressing her large breasts through her T-shirt. Her nipples are now fully erect and with one hand she slowly rubs her hot pussy through her shorts. Her thoughts are now on her husband’s seven-inch cock which she will have in a few hours . She dips the index finger of her right hand deep into her hot cunt while pinching and pulling her stiff nipples with the left.
Suddenly her pleasure is interrupted by a knock on the door. She regains her senses and walks to answer it. Opening the door with a jerk, she finds a little girl looking for a lost puppy. After informing the little girl that she has not seen her dog, she closes the door and returns to her chair. She lights a cigarette and picks up the book again. She can’t concentrate on the book, so she puts it down once more and decides to start dressing for her man.
She walks to the bedroom, opens her closet and takes out the garments she has planned on. After placing them neatly on the dresser, she pulls the T-shirt she has on over her head. When she reaches for the elastic band of her shorts, she catches a glimpse of herself in a full-length mirror. Stopping for a moment to admire her image, her thoughts go back to the moments before the little girl knocked on the door: how good her pussy felt with her finger deep inside it. Her hands now move from her side to cup both her breasts. She starts rolling both nipples between her fingers. Her eyes still fixed on the mirror, she raises one of her nipples up and circles the tip with her tongue. Her other hand slides down her smooth belly to the elastic of her shorts. She dips her fingers past the band and into the soft patch of pubic hair. Her pussy is drenched once again.
She releases her breast and removes her hand long enough to discard the shorts that were confining her aching cunt. As she slides the shorts to her ankles, her eyes watching the mirror, she smells her hot honey-pot. Lying back on the bed, she starts rubbing her breasts with a passionate fury.
Raising one breast to her lips, she sucks the nipple into her open mouth, then does the same to the other. The fire inside her is unstoppable. Her nipples are rock hard and erect. She feels as if she could suck on them forever. She releases one breast and slides her hand down her body until her fingers rest on her clit. She knows she is about to come, so with one quick thrust, two fingers sink deep inside her vagina. Her thighs tighten, her firm breasts quiver and she gasps for air as the passion and pleasure fill her entire body.
Her body still shaking, her eyes focus on the clock hanging on the wall. Jeff will be home in about an hour.
She gets up, walks to the dresser and picks up the garments she had chosen earlier. Time to get dressed, she thinks as she slips into her corset. After sliding the stockings up her silky thighs, she sees her dripping cunt in the mirror. While looking in the mirror, she slides one, then two fingers inside.
She can’t believe how beautiful and exciting it is to watch herself masturbate. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier. Her heaving tits bounce on her chest. Her moaning grows louder as her fingers pump faster. Knowing her fingers can no longer fulfill her desire, she yearns to have a cock deep in her burning pussy. Pausing only to retrieve the six-inch dildo from her top dresser drawer, she returns to her place in front of the mirror. Thinking of her husband, she licks the head of the dildo. Placing her fingers back in her cunt, she takes the head of the dildo deep in her mouth.
Her moans grow louder and louder as her husband opens the front door. The sound of his wife is the first thing he hears as he closes the door behind him. His first thought is that his wife is in his bedroom fucking someone’s brains out. He heads toward the room. His cock becomes as hard as steel when he first looks into the room.
Pulling the dildo from between her parted lips, she rubs it across her nipples on its way to replace her fingers.
Still staring in disbelief, standing outside jerking his cock, her husband watches and listens to his wife fucking herself.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me! Oh so deep,” his wife moans as the rubber cock sinks into her open pussy for the first time. One hand is working the dildo in and out while the other is feverishly playing with her nipples. “Fuck me hard and deep!” she cries as the dildo disappears once again.
Her husband knows she’s about to come, and so is he. As he watches her gaping cunt swallow the dildo completely, his knees start to shake and grow weak. His come spurts out of the tip of his cock, blasts across the room and lands on his wife’s soft, white belly.
Jane opens her eyes and says, “I wondered how long you could last.”
That’s when I wake up. As I wrote before, the words you have just read are a dream. Maybe one of these days I’ll write about the day I wake up to find out I wasn’t asleep. For now, pleasant dreams. Name and address withheld
I am a freshman at a large college in upstate New York. Since I started school, my sex life has taken a terrific turn for the better. I am not a virgin, but I must admit that I prefer my right hand to any girl that I’ve met. In order to be able to afford tuition, I joined the Navy ROTC program. I’m very glad I did.
Every Thursday we have drill exercises, and I must wear my uniform to all of my classes. When I am sitting in a large lecture hall, I visualize myself in my handsome uniform and invariably get excited. I somehow manage to contain myself until I’m through with classes for the day. Then I run back to my dorm room and strip down to my military-issue underwear. I put some good music on my tape player and just stand at attention, looking at myself in the mirror.
With fresh memories of wearing my uniform out in public all day, I kneel down on the floor and start to masturbate to the point of ecstasy. I make absolutely sure that when I come, I shoot it all in my ROTC hat.
After a few minutes rest, I gather all of my come and use it to give my boots an extra-special “spit” shine. This usually gets me so excited that I have to relieve myself again. Since this second discharge is usually somewhat smaller, I use it to polish the beautiful brass buckle on my belt.
I know this situation will not last forever. Someday I hope to meet a wonderful girl who will give me a great hand-job and help me with the shining. Name and address withheld
First of all, let me say that I love Penthouse Letters. I’m twenty-eight years old, single and I live with my parents. I have many fantasies. I do not have a girlfriend and I very seldom use a prostitute because I worry about getting AIDS.
What I do is masturbate in movie theaters. I’ve always been an avid moviegoer, but one day as I was waiting to see Out of Africa, it occurred to me to try playing with myself in the movie theater.
Now jacking off in the dark of a theater is pretty much a hobby with me. I usually ejaculate only once, prolonging orgasm until the end of the movie. You can tell how boring a movie is by how fast I come. I usually sit alone in the front where I won’t be seen. However, I recently sat across from a young woman. During the movie, I kept looking her way and eventually she looked at me. I proceeded to unbuckle and unfasten my slacks. I pulled down my underwear and began masturbating furiously. I came about ten minutes later. I don’t think she knew I masturbated, but the thought that she might have seen me really fired me up.
I also like to masturbate in my car. I pull down my slacks and underwear and drive around the highways, pulling up next to women drivers and masturbating while waiting for the light to change. Or I go to the mall or the park, watching women go to their cars while I masturbate. They never see me, but it’s exciting keeping this secret from them.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep searching for my relationship and hopefully marriage and I’ll really be able to contribute to your fine magazine. V.B., Newark, New Jersey
As a marine on Okinawa, far away from any female companionship other than that of tawdry prostitutes, I naturally take great interest in your magazine. Since sexual pleasure is hard to come by, I have resorted to several unusual methods of obtaining sexual bliss that I thought your readers might be interested in.
One evening several months ago when I was engaged in what is known in the Marine Corps as “Field Day,” I made my discovery of the untapped sensual pleasures of the electric buffer. As several other marines and I were buffing the floor of our barracks, we realized that additional pressure was needed on the buffer to give the floor its maximum shine. Being large and well-coordinated, I volunteered to sit on the buffer while it was in operation. I placed my ass directly on the buffer and drew my knees up to my chest.
Even now in leisurely contemplation, I can barely begin to describe the sensations that I experienced. As the buffer was driven in broad, circular movements on the floor, I felt erotic and tingling sensations, not only in my ass but in my balls as well. The steady vibrations from the buffer’s electric motor were massaging the most intimate part of my anatomy! I sat there with my hands behind my back, clutching the buffer’s handle, lost in this newly found world of sexual bliss. Needless to say, this novel experience quickly brought me to a great orgasm!
My fellow marines, who were watching the progress of the buffer on the floor, were fortunately unaware of my shuddering climax. Having remained celibate for the past several months, I produced a veritable torrent of semen, which saturated the front of my uniform trousers as I gloriously ejaculated.
Realizing the embarrassing nature of my position, I quickly leaped up and dashed to the comparative privacy of my quarters. There I stripped off my trousers, which were dripping with my newly liberated come. Motivated by a strange and irresistible passion, I returned to the room and found my comrades still attempting to buff the floor to a lustrous shine. I still had the drenched trousers in my hand.
Hearing my friends comment that the shine on the deck was still unsatisfactory, I spontaneously offered to rub onto the floor my come-soaked trousers, which I claimed were daubed with a special wax. This offer was quickly accepted and, driven by that same dark compulsion that had hitherto determined my actions, I knelt down and rubbed my come into the floor.
After completing this bizarre task, I watched the others resume the work. You can imagine my delight when the floor soon had a crown of beautiful shine.
Since that evening I have repeated this process every Field Day night. It proved impossible for me to keep my erotic secret from my closest friends. Their first reactions were, predictably, incredulity and disgust. However, after convincing my friends of my trick’s utilitarian nature, I was grudgingly conferred my erotic rights. Name and address withheld