Me Want Nookie!

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Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with Cookie Monster? Really hot, ferocious, reckless sex?Just judging from the way he goes after those cookies, I would venture to say that he's a pretty good fuck. It has crossed my mind, but I am not into the Plushie Scene. Not that there is anything wrong with that. If your motto is: "I wanna fuck you like a stuffed animal!" More power to you. It's just not my thing.

It is kind of like how I know if a guy is really straight. A really straight guy has probably experimented in the gay arts at one time or another and will admit it, if pushed. Whether he was drunk or curious or in college, many men have dabbled, if you know what I mean. Even if a guy just starts making out with me to stop me from talking incessantly about the fabulousity of Christina Aguilera, that doesn't make him gay. That's what I mean by really straight. If he tried it and didn't like it, there is nothing I can do. Though, I will say that the majority of "straights" who have tried it with me, liked it and came back for more. But I digress...

I will readily and willingly admit that I have had sexual relations with a stuffed animal. It was okay, but not something that I needed to do again. I was thirteen and having a sleepover with my friend Galen, who introduced me to the concept and I suspect is still a practicing plushophile. We chose our "dates" from his little sisters collection of stuffed animals and snuck outside to the "fort" we had constructed. He had chosen a bunny and I had picked a panda. We climbed into our sleeping bags and began to hump the helpless toys with teenage abandon. We didn't stop until we heard a voice say: "Boys! Stop that!"

It was Galen's father, whom I had heard walk up on us. He had stood outside the fort for some time before admonishing us. That really turned me on. This was a man who felt it was patriotic to mow his front lawn in a red, white & blue Speedo and flip flops. I had often wondered what kind of man he was, to parade around in next to nothing and name his only son, Galen... I had never seen so much Man-Flesh on display in my neighborhood before. I had a crush on my best friends father and he had caught us raping small plushies in the backyard. I could never quite look him in the eye again. But I did watch him trim his grass, almost religiously from my bedroom window. Galen and I never had another sleepover, as it had been decided by our parents that we were too old for such things. It's just as well. I had my own masturbatory fetishes to explore.

Maybe someday, I will tell you about my days as a Zootaphile... Anyway, Cookie Monster is totally hot and I would do him in a heartbeart.