In a hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed his predicament.
‘Sir,’ she said. ‘You may use the ladies room, if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.’
He went in, did what he needed to and, as he sat there, he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP and a red one, labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them? He couldn’t resist… He pushed WW and warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t have nice things like this. Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom, adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it was truly tender loving pleasure!
When the powder puff completed its pleasuring, he couldn’t wait to push the ATR button. He just knew it would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew, he opened his eyes and found himself in a hospital bed. The nurse who had warned him was staring down at him.
‘What happened?!’ he exclaimed. ‘The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.’
‘I warned you not to touch the buttons; the ATR button is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.’
MEN NEVER LISTEN
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