QUOTE(boanna @ Jun 19 2006, 03:50 PM)
she just said that so u would be in need of her comfort...then she can stroke u, hug u, grind u, make it all ok again!!
Holy shit, my nightmare is unscrewing (pun unintended) my cock and leaving it in somewhere (a hot dog stand, oh god!). I've actually had that nightmare TWICE, yikes. But, the thought that a nice, young woman would pick it up and put it to good use, well I never thought about that.
When that song came out, Detachable Penis, by King Missile (how appropriate) I almost died. I think most guys have either fantasized or had nightmares about a detachable penis. When I'm running or rock-climbing I would LOVE to be able to leave that bad boy on the dresser, but sure enough that would be the night that Kate Winslet wanted my body. <grin>
I've dreamed of my own pair of tits to hang on the wall, stopping once in a while for a quick squeeze or nibble... and uh... more "industrial" uses. Ah-hem. The idea of a detachable vagina though, that's kinda scary. Those babies need a whole lot of maintenance, and I just don't have the equipment or the expertise to keep it clean and fresh as a daisy. Hats off to you ladies on that account, the first yeast infection it got and I'd be running down the street screaming for a medic and crying like a little girl.
Still, if I did have a detachable penis, I'd be glad to lend it out - to the right woman of course. I've been on the receiving end of some girls who thought my balls were stamped "Wilson" and ready for volleyball practice. Ouch. So I need some real assurances and probably something in writing guaranteeing it came back in one piece, and that it came in one (or two) piece(s) as well. Hehe. Maybe I could even charge rent, I mean, I'm no John Holmes but it gets the job done. The best deal would be to work it out in trade, my cock for your tits. But hell, if we come to that kind of agreement, why wouldn't we just keep our own bits in place and do it the old-fashioned way. I suppose that would be the ultimate solution to a bag over the head. Anyway, a dream or a nightmare I'm glad my Johnson is permanently attached, even it he still embarrasses me occasionally by standing at attention at exactly the wrong time or keeping me from sliding over to the next hand hold. We're stuck with each other until death or Lorena Bobbitt, and I like it that way.