My penis had failed me for the last time. It was as if as soon as it entered into that moist mound of womanhood it just spat up and said goodnight. This was no way to build a reputation as the sexual dynamo of the five boroughs. I was losing a battle with the image I was trying to build in my head and in the minds of the ladies of the North Eastern United States. Soon there would be blogs written about a man a lot like me who simply could not deliver on his wide array of sexual promises. I needed help, I needed some natural sexual enhancement. I’d be damned if I was going to let this sour me or the rest of the world on the way my junk was discussed in the public sphere.

Luckily I got myself some dick pills and was able to talk that moist mound back into the sack. When we got there she seemed startled by what a different experience she was now being presented with. It was as if the man she once laid with was dead, replaced by a gigantic hard on with a man attached. She writhed, screamed, roommates were awoken and my reputation in that building was settled. I didn’t wait for her feedback, I did not need to.