One Couple's Italian Renaissance With Generic Viagra

It's me, Billy the Kid. Yeah, that's the name I'd give myself, because I sure feel like a kid again since I've started taking Generic Viagra. And my wife has been feeling like a woman again, and in multiple languages. One day, in England, she's calling me William the Conqueror; the next, in Germany, it's Wilhelm Meister-ever since I took some Generic Viagra, along with my wife, on our silver anniversary tour of Europe, she's been dreaming up nationally inspired nicknames for me, in light of that old sexual prowess that Generic Viagra has restored to me. Not only has this silver anniversary tour felt like our honeymoon-it feels like college, where we first met, and where we first "got it on" on that rock-hard twin bed, while my roommate was in class. I'm as rock-hard as that bed and I both were back then, when I'd start giving it to her the second my roommate would step out, and give it long and hard until he came back four periods later. This wasn't the "old college try"-I was banging her with reckless abandon. Back before I needed any erectile dysfunction medications, she was always amazed by my endurance. And when erectile dysfunction struck me, I'd often lose myself in my memories of those fine, not-so-innocent days when getting an erection was the least of my problems. Finally, I stopped wallowing in self-pity, and got down to business: I ordered some Generic Viagra, just in time for our Grand Tour.

My dedicated Generic Viagra story readers have already heard how, in France, I took my long, buttery baguette and put it in her breadbasket, for the first time in months. How, during our Germany tour, I jousted her with my proud, shimmering lance, like some medieval knight of old. Well, you guess it: now we're in Italy, and my name is Maximus. Or something else ending in -us. Even when we arrived in Florence, she said it was high time we spend some "us" time, as in "coitus." So I took some Generic Viagra, and by the time I'd moved our luggage up to the room, I pulled out my gladiator's sword and gave her sexus aplentymus. "You'll be glad to know," I told her, as our bodies slowly simmered down afterwards, "that the word gladiator actually comes from gladius, the Latin for sword." "You have slain me with your broadsword, your scimitar, your Augustus Erectissimus," she purred. Isn't it great how something as inexpensive and readily available as Generic Viagra can make you feel like yourself again?

Before we left our adventures in Florence and moved on to the Eternal City of Rome, we saw Michelangelo's "David," who was hung like the Colossus of Rhodes. "That's the Eighth Wonder of the World for you," said my wife, staring up at his "slingshot." "Reminds me of you with your Generic Viagra," she said friskily. "Long range, deadly accurate, and hard as stone." With that dirty talk, I took her right back to the hotel and laid low her Goliath. That night, in the train cabin bound for Rome, it was just more of the same. "David, plow your steam locomotive into my mountain tunnel!" I promptly did so, to the rhythm of the train, as we watched the peaks of the Appenines roll by in our window. When I was done, we were rolling past vineyards, and so I ordered my wife some Italian wine to celebrate with. "Here's to Generic Viagra," she said, raising her glass. "Here's to -us!" I added, as our glasses clinked.