Get Me Going

You'd think it would be obvious if you were a premature ejaculator, but what if you just never discovered what really turns you on? At twenty nine I thought I was a normal heterosexual male of average prowess experiencing a period of sexual stagnation. Then, walking home one night from from another failed relationship, another girl lecturing me about my lack of passion, a frothy-jowled doberman came out of nowhere, sinking its ravenous jaws into the ass of my jeans and I came like never before. It's an embarrassing condition, but now my eyes are alive as I stalk through the black neighborhoods, pitching a tall erection next to the oily discs of bologna package-taped up and down my thighs.