The Exciting Climax to John Johnsonson's Generic Cialis Story

It's me again. Call me John- John Johnsonson. This is the exciting conclusion to my personal Generic Cialis story. I've told you before about my nymphomaniac girlfriend Emily who, after months without a sign of life from my little side-kick, Knick-Knack, was in a state of sexual despair. She'd been begging me to try some Generic Cialis, but, because of stupid pride, I'd kept putting it off. Finally she'd banished me from her joyless bed to the living room sofa (we've all be there, right, guys?!), and had begun pleasuring herself with Mr. Shower Nozzle, her moans audible throughout the house. I sat on my lonely sofa, cuckolded by a household appliance, and wondered if I should order the dad gum Generic Cialis and be done with it. Well, finally, I did. I figured I had nothing to lose except my frustration, and my sleepless nights on the sofa. Funny- somehow I didn't think about how much I had to gain. Because I knew it well myself- Emily was a firecracker in bed. Best sex I'd ever had. But until I ordered my Generic Cialis, it'd been a long, long time since I'd had any.

Anyway, I ordered the stuff online, and soon afterwards it arrived at my office- I didn't want Emily to intercept it at home, and ruin the surprise. With my new Generic Cialis discretely tucked in my coat pocket, I set off after work to meet her for a nice dinner. I got there early and waited at the door with a rose for Emily (hell, like in the Faulkner story! the one where the girl keeps her husband's corpse in the bed- how appropriate!!). The rose's stem seemed- like my manhood- to be wilting and bending just slightly with no Generic Cialis to increase its blood flow. Sure, it was pretty long and straight to look at, but if one touched it, one soon realized that it'd be hard to stick it anywhere interesting. Finally, Emily walked up in her long, fur coat, which brought to mind warm places I'd like to nestle. I ducked right away into the restroom and took my first dose of Generic Cialis.

When we were seated, I ordered a bottle of champagne, and a plate of raw oysters. "Those won't help you," she said cruelly, as I voraciously swallowed two of them at once. I almost blurted out that I'd taken some Generic Cialis too, but I wanted to surprise her. "Look," I began, "I've always been straightforward with you..." "But you aren't straightforward anymore, that's the problem! You're as soft and squishy as cookie dough!" "Let me just eat these oysters!" I pleaded, laughing to myself. She just rolled her eyes. She didn't believe anything but Generic Cialis could help me now. But hell, she was desperate. And luckily, she decided to get kinky- to try desperately to turn me on. And that's good- because Generic Cialis doesn't give you an instant hard-on, guys. You still need to be aroused the natural way!

As I reached for the champagne, she grabbed it out of my hand, pressed it against her breasts, and began shaking it and stroking its neck, working her way up to the cork; she pointed it away from her a bit as, finally, it burst open, then- wow!- held it up against her neck to enjoy the stream of white foam that bubbled out onto her neck and rolled down, like a mountain stream, into her cleavage. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. And I suddenly realized that my ramrod was damn near ready to split the seams of my pants. I reached for her hand under the table, and guided it towards my lever; she almost shrieked with joy: "So you got the Generic Cialis?" "You've got that straight!" I said, and without finishing our meal, we rose and headed for the exit. I tossed a couple of hundreds on the table and waved to the waiter. "We'll come back for breakfast!"