I'm a old man and one of the joys of my life has been to admire women's bodies. Women are packed with visual stimulants; and any one of them--or all of them--can turn a man into a helpless puppy, panting and begging for attention. It might be her face, her smile, her hair, her breasts, her legs, her rear-end, or simply the way she carries herself that grabs our attention, but for a man it is the visual aid that stokes the fire. Later it might be her personality that captures our heart, but initially it is the image that grabs our groin. Most women appreciate the attention of men and they dress to accentuate their charms. Why else would the fashion and cosmetics industries exist? But other women resent the stares of men and consider them a violation of their space.
My space was violated yesterday--and before that a similar violation occurred a couple of weeks ago. The back-to-back intrusions (assaults?) made me think about how lucky we guys have it. Our plumbing is pretty basic and requires little maintenance--until we achieve "senior" status. Then the doctors poke and probe our bodies as they have women's bodies since the day they had their first menstrual event. But women have an advantage; they have more orifices, and therefore more entry points. We only have one--our asshole. Yesterday my urologist inserted his exceptionally long finger into my asshole (it felt like his arm was up there) and poked and probed my prostate gland. When he removed his finger (and arm?) from my asshole, I could feel the lubricant residue squishing between my cheeks. He airily waved a box of tissues in front of me and I meekly took one and wiped my ass. The foreign substance in my crack made me wonder if that was how a woman feels after a man deposits his semen in her vagina.
A couple of weeks ago, it was worse. My asshole was forced wide open by the air gun that blew up my intestinal tunnel to the size of a hot-air balloon so the doctor could get a birds-eye view of my colon. Thankfully they put me to sleep for that. But the prep work was not a picnic. The night before I swallowed and drank a concoction of pills and liquids that turned my gut into a war zone. Everything erupted at once and I pictured two armies going at each other with heavy artillery. Boom...boom...boom...it was not pretty.
And so there you have it. A young man enjoys a life of visual stimulation, the object commonly the body of a beautiful woman, and the most alluring feature often being her ass.
An old man dreams of times gone by as the medical technician probes his ass.
If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey And asks you to show him your bum, do not show him your bum. This is a scam. He only wants to see your bum. I wish I had got this yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap. -The Bum http://www.widgetmate.com
Posted by: Mantra Mali | July 19, 2007 at 10:05 AM