Storm Her Historic Fortress, and Liberate Her, With Generic Viagra

It's me, William the Conqueror, back with more tales of Generic Viagra intrigue. You'll remember how my wife and I took a Grand Tour of Europe to celebrate our 10th year wedding anniversary, and, as she put it, to "fall in love all over again." Thanks to the Generic Viagra I ordered and stashed away on our Transatlantic flight, we fell into lust all over again as soon as we got to our hotel room in France, where I promptly unleashed my bulging baguette and buttered her up most properly. It was the first time I'd done that in months, due to a little erectile dysfunction problem I'd been grappling with. All that time, I had stubbornly refused to buy some Generic Viagra. I mean, I might expect to be sagging a little by the time my 20th anniversary rolled around. But to be married just 10 years, and already be unable to satisfy my beautiful bride? I felt like less than a man. And it was my stupid machismo (I admit it now!) that kept me from dealing practically with that problem hanging lifelessly between my legs. But when our trip approached, I was clutching at straws. I ordered the darn Generic Viagra- what did I have to lose?

Anyway, my loyal readers have already heard how I took my first dose of Generic Viagra just before our flight touched down outside Paris, then made my Mona Lisa smile at our 5-star French hotel. When we finally emerged onto the streets of Paris, hours later, it was already early afternoon (remember the time difference!). She asked me if I needed to go to a drugstore. I said, "Parbleu! I've got enough Generic Viagra to last the entire trip!" "Vraiment?" she exclaimed. That's French for "Really?!?" I assured ma chère (my dear) that, with Generic Viagra, I would continue to give it to her every night of our vacation. "Your Grand Tour is just beginning," I told her naughtily, and pinched her derrière. "Je l'espère," she said sarcastically. "I hope so!" With that, we went to refuel at a romantic little street-side café, where we fed each other wine and cheese.

When we made it back to the hotel, my friend "Jacques" promptly rose up and stormed her Bastille, pounding violently at her gate until, finally, she screamed out, "Liberté toujours!" Liberté. "Freedom," I thought, and fell into a philosophical meditation, even as I continued to goose-step beneath her Arc de Triomphe. In a very real sense, it was freedom that Generic Viagra had given me. Freedom from want, because she'd been wanting it and not getting it for far too long. Freedom of expression-the freedom to express myself all over her. These were the ideals of that famous French uprising of 1789, and Generic Viagra was helping to spread those ideals of "uprising" to men all around the world. So I saluted Generic Viagra, and spread my ideals all over her body. When I was done, I stood back and admired my handiwork- my wife looked like an impressionist painting. She agreed, and complimented my sensuous brushstrokes. "Encore!" she begged, a couple of hours later. What could I do- she wanted more! Thanks to Generic Viagra, I was able to answer the call. I ordered some champagne through room service, and, after we'd enjoyed a romantic loving cup on the balcony, I uncorked my huge bottle of Moët and poured my bubbly all over her.

We hadn't enjoyed this sort of romp since our earliest days, of sex in dorm rooms! And here we were, in a 5-star hotel in Paris, carrying on like college students! Thank you, thank you, Generic Viagra!