Topic: The Bash - Erotic Literature I distinctly remember the day I lost my virginity. It was at my bar mitzvah ( I was 18), which was the day I became a man in both my faith and in the ways of the flesh. At the after party was when we began eying each other.
Ruth was a peenuckle playing friend of my grandmothers, but we would soon make acquaintance as well. I, a young man with horrible gingivitis and she, a still handsome woman whose looks had seen better days.
I approached her and we began conversing. The words flowed from our mouths as naturally as a stream of healthy urine from cockapoodle's urethra.
“Hello Ruth, I'm very glad you could make it,” I greeted her.
“Well I heard about your aunt and I felt I had to come give my condolences to you Jeremy. ”
My aunts health is perfectly fine, and further more my name is not Jeremy. An awkward moment passed as I realized there was a very real chance Ruth may be drifting into senility.