Her Out to the Old Ball Game with Generic Viagra

My girlfriend Barbara is a baseball fanatic. So I've got a Generic Viagra story all about the game. Even her bedroom is full of baseball regalia- uniforms, bats, autographed gloves, etc. I've become a fan myself, and always get a laugh out of her baseball-inspired bedroom antics. I remember in the days before I even needed Generic Viagra, she'd sometimes take her baseball cap off when I exposed my big slugger (yep, she even wore that hat sometimes during sex) and put the darn thing right on my Randy Johnson, joking that it was "something she could hang her hat on!" Yep, long before Generic Viagra entered our lives, she could always count on the "Big Unit" to finish strong for her, going extra innings whenever necessary.

I don't know what happened, but at some point I couldn't deny that I was losing some endurance out there on the mound, and I couldn't deny that Generic Viagra was the only trusted answer for a man in my condition. Maybe it was my diet of corn dogs and beers that had caught up with me, from going to all those games with Barbara. But I was losing some zip on my fastball. Until I finally broke down and ordered my Generic Viagra, Barbara would sit there talking to it, coaxing it, asking it how it felt, whether it could go or not- it was like those endless conferences out on the mound, with a pitcher who was clearly past his prime. One night, sexually frustrated, she called it her "bobble-head doll." That's when I went straight to the computer and purchased my Generic Viagra online, after a bit of research confirmed what certain friends of mine had claimed- about its effectiveness, its flexibility, and its ability to go the distance.

When my Generic Viagra arrived, I took some on the sly at the ninth inning of a day at the stadium with Barbara, just before we'd be leaving for her apartment. I'd had my arm around her the whole game, and shortly after I'd self-medicated, I found myself becoming very aroused. She inadvertently hit her elbow it, and laughed, this time forced- no joke!- to cover my throbbing lap with her baseball cap. So, this was what Generic Viagra could do for a man in a slump! We quickly headed for the exits, found our car, and beat the crowd home.

When she pulled down my shorts, she gasped at the sight of the serious lumber I'd brought to the plate. Thanks to Generic Viagra, it was just as it always had been: hard as a metal bat, but with that all-natural feel of wood, and that dark, rich tone that speaks of plenty of rub-downs with pine-tar. She put on her batting gloves and tried its familiar grip. I pointed prophetically into the distance- she understood immediately that I was "calling" a home run, just like the Babe. With Generic Viagra, I had complete confidence in my ability to go yard. I swung it back and forth several times, proudly, then squatted down into my accustomed stance, and went about pounding the ball. She'd never gotten it so good, so hard. It didn't take long before she was singing the national anthem, almost delirious with sexual ecstasy. Needless to say, the next morning, she was singing the praises of Generic Viagra. "You had complete control of your fastball, slugger," she purred. "You were untouchable."

I have to wonder why other Big Leaguers are sometimes reluctant to call in some relief and order some Generic Viagra. Millions of men have been in the same position, and have made a call to the bullpen, only to return to the mound stronger and more confident than ever. My Generic Viagra treatments returned that blood flow to my lumber, and allowed me to play the game the way I always had- naturally.