On the Absolute Necessity of an Orgasm
This is based on a true story. It took place at a trendy little Italian restaurant on West Broadway, around the time I first got to New York City.
And in case you were wondering…the dessert was excellent.
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your art skills are amazingggg
why thank you!!!!! thanks for stopping by and hope you keep enjoying Saranovela!
This is very freudian… i love it! I’m a dessert first kind of gal. it really spoils my appetite for the entire meal. But i guess the metaphor makes sense. Sex is best enjoyed when there’s a bit of a… delay in gratification. oh and Ken’s comment cracked me up!
but then again… we can have dessert whenever we like right? before, after, during. 1st dessert, 2nd dessert… hahahah
Oh absolutely.. you are right dear! If a man can have his steak for breakfast or as part of his ‘salad’, well, by all means, we can have dessert any time of the day too!
I totally agree!
I agree!
but OF COURSE you do, zizi….. haha miss you
Well, anything is possible in New York!
If apples are ingredients for good desserts, is there a correlation
between orgasm to New York’s frenzy as the big apple?!
hahahah sounds like an idea for a new comic post!
omg…can’t stop laughing!