A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they end up
leaving together. They get back to his place, and as he shows her around
his apartment, she notices 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, but doesn't mention this to him,
and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after a while,
she finds herself thinking, "Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the
one! Maybe he could be the future father 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 where they rip
off each other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so
overwhelmed that she responds with more passion, more creativity, more
heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive
guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. The woman rolls
over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly, "Well, how was it?"
The guy smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes,
and says . . .
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". . . Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf."
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