A woman meets an extremely handsome man in a bar. They talk, they connect, they leave together.

When they get back to his place, he shows her around his apartment. She notices that his bedroom is completely packed with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.

There are three shelves on one of the bedroom walls with hundreds and hundreds of teddy bears, carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall.
It's obvious that he's taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them, and she's immediately touched by the amount of thought he's put into organizing the display. There are small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-size bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous teddy bears running the entire length of the top shelf.

While she finds it strange for a young man to have a collection of teddy bears, especially one that's so extensive, she doesn't mention this to him. In fact, she is actually quite impressed by what she perceives as his sensitive side. All the while she's thinking to herself ...maybe this guy could be the one...maybe he could father my children... maybe...

She turns to him. They kiss. They rip off each other's clothes. They make hot and steamy love.

After an intense, explosive night of raw passion, as they are lying together in the afterglow, the woman rolls over, strokes his chest and asks coyly, "Well, how was it?"



The man replies: "Help yourself to any prize from the bottom shelf."

good one!

I gotta put that in my play book.

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The man replies: "Help yourself to any prize from the bottom shelf."

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