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A woman meets a man in a bar. He’s total hunk – tall, dark, handsome. Oozing with masculinity out from every pore of his body and every fiber of his hair. They talk. He looks her in the eye and listens to every word she says. Slowly he takes her hand, gently clasps it as they begin talking and sharing deeper about their thoughts and feelings. She is blown away with his concern and honesty; they connect and when he invites her to leave with him she is only too eager to continue finding out more about this amazing man she just met.
They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment, she observes that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall! It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display. There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large collection of Teddy Bears. She is quite impressed by his sensitive side, but doesn't mention this to him. They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after awhile, she finds herself thinking, "Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?"
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly. They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom. They rip off each other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that after a brief period of rest she responds with yet more passion, and they couple again even more furiously, with more creativity and more heat than she has ever known or even imagined possible.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive hunk, they are lying there together, basking in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly, "Well, how was it?"
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says, "Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf"
She looks at him in horror and disbelief and disappointment. As the tears are starting to stream down her face, he furrows his brow and is totally bewildered and preplexed. Finally he takes her hand and says. “Sweetie, the top shelf is only for those who score three times in a row.”
They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment, she observes that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall! It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display. There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large collection of Teddy Bears. She is quite impressed by his sensitive side, but doesn't mention this to him. They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after awhile, she finds herself thinking, "Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?"
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly. They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom. They rip off each other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that after a brief period of rest she responds with yet more passion, and they couple again even more furiously, with more creativity and more heat than she has ever known or even imagined possible.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive hunk, they are lying there together, basking in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly, "Well, how was it?"
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says, "Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf"
She looks at him in horror and disbelief and disappointment. As the tears are starting to stream down her face, he furrows his brow and is totally bewildered and preplexed. Finally he takes her hand and says. “Sweetie, the top shelf is only for those who score three times in a row.”
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