16, in the park behind her house. She was 17. It was an inept fumbling affair. Such is life. I got better.
We could all sit outside on banana lounges discussing the best way to rebuild a 4WD transmission and agree, through shared stories of conquests supporting our assertions, that there is no basis to the proposition that those least assured of their persuasions are the first to condemn others for theirs.
...a Persian carpet ride, a river of red wine, moon and stars to witness...TC was born...
...majestically enthroned amid the vulgar herd...
at the age of 14--a zoroastrian named vilma who would ritualistically shave my testicles. there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- i highly suggest you try it.
I want some of that but with a straight razor. Intense!
At 23 in my dorm room at a conservative Southern Baptist seminary, with my future first ex-wife.
Well I'd left home just a week before, and I'd never ever kissed a woman before, but Lola smiled and took me by the hand and said "Dear boy I'm gonna make you a man". Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man, but I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man, and so is Lola.
Take me down to the paranormal city where the girls are green and they have three titties...
Oh, won't you please take me home?
Didn't Lola have a dick?
Hence the "oops"