Post by yoda on Mar 29, 2007 16:01:21 GMT -5
In a london hospital, a gentleman had made several
attempts to get into the men's toilet, 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 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 labelled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't
resist...
He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon his
bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Mens toilets 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 toilet was more than a toilet, it is tender
loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he
couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew
would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was back in his
hospital bed, and a nurse was looking down at him.
"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I
remember was pushing the ATR button."
"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your
penis is under your pillow."
attempts to get into the men's toilet, 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 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 labelled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't
resist...
He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon his
bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Mens toilets 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 toilet was more than a toilet, it is tender
loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he
couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew
would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was back in his
hospital bed, and a nurse was looking down at him.
"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I
remember was pushing the ATR button."
"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your
penis is under your pillow."