WARNING: You must be 18 to read this post. Do not try this at home. Eat your vegetables. Stay in school. Stretch first to avoid injury.
Once upon a time there was a boy. His name was Star Male Child. He had really flaky parents, and thus the name. But we’re not going to call the boy that. Even with “cut and paste”, “Star Male Child” is too unwieldy. We’ll call him Hector. “Hi Hector!” we’d say if we saw him on the street. Why “Hector”? you ask? Does it mean something? Maybe it does and maybe it doesn’t. Sometimes in stories like this the names are important. Sometimes they’re not. No need to get all Freudian. If you want the name to mean something, then fine, it means something. If not, that’s OK too.
Hector had many adventures. He wound up in a far away country. He got a job teaching his Mother Tongue to the locals. That’s not as gross as it sounds, he was just an English teacher.
As it would happen, Hector fell in love with a girl. Her name was Star Female Child. That was just creepy, how close their names were, so we’ll call her Mei Chigk. It’s not a great name, but it’s better than Hoo Chee. So there you go.
Hector wanted to give Mei Chigk a gift. O boy did he want to give her a gift. O what a big gift it was, too.
He could have had a frank and honest discussion with Mei Chigk, but how funny would that be? Instead he went to the barnyard and asked one of the animals there what he should do. “Of course!” you say. “What else would he do?” He went to speak to the wisest animal there. A donkey. It was a really wise donkey.
“O Smart Ass…” Hector started.
“The “O” is for her and I like to be called “Wise Donkey”. OK?”
“Alright. Hey Wise Donkey, what should I do?”
“Get out of town.”
“What? You’re done already?”
“No. That’s my first piece of advice. Get out of town.”
“Why?”
“It’s hard for some women to have screaming monkey sex where everyone who hears her knows her. Think about it boy. She has to look these people in the eye everyday.”
“Oh. What else?”
“Give her presents.”
“Like Hershey bars and nylons?”
“Aren’t you the traditionalist? No. The chocolate is a good idea. Real good chocolate. And flowers. Babes like flowers.”
“Where should we go?”
“Out to the country. That’s always safe. Like a Bed and Breakfast, or whatever they have around here like that. Something nice and not too touristy.”
“What should we do there?”
“Take her out and show her a good time. A museum or a show or something. What does she like? Do that. And dinner. I’ve heard spicy foods get women hot. Or Chinese food. There are a lot of Chinese people you know. Or Indian food, for the same reason. Get a little liquor in her too. “Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker” you know.”
“What then?”
“Geez, do I have to draw you a picture? OK. Start by treating her like a Cherished Echidna.”
“A what?”
“Cherished Echidna.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It’s a metaphor. Do you want my advice or should I just go rub my ass on that post over there? Go on? OK. Treat her nice. Be polite and attentive. Babes like that. And when you get back to your room, kiss her. A lot. Don’t go straight for her boobs, either. Lots of kissing first, then you can grope her. But keep kissing her. Leave her clothes on too. Wait for her to take them off. Really get her wound. Then kiss her whole body. Start at the top and work down. When you get “down there”, take your time. The whole point is for her to be comfortable and aroused. It’s her pace. And you know the old saying “A fast tongue can make up for any shortcoming.””
“No, I’ve never heard that one,” said Hector.
“Well, you know it now. OK, while your have your mind on business, and by “mind” I really mean “tongue” and I don’t mean “business” at all, keep you hands busy. And not just her boobs, either. You do know what a G-spot is don’t you?”
“Well, I do now…”
“Good. Try to use that to your advantage. Everything should work out fine.”
“Thanks Wise Donkey.”
“No problem. Oh! One more thing. Take a whisk with you. You never know…”
Uncle Rue, sex advice guy.