This here is the Poker Philosophy:
For every question, an answer;
For every problem, a solution;
For every opening, a filling.
Now some folk may think that the Pokerman is one tough and ornery varmint, and, given that I’m a rootin’, tootin’ shootin’, hootin’ and a-hollerin’ son-of-a-gun, that’s probably to be expected. But, I’m not so tough that I don’t know how to ask for help when I need it.
In order to tackle the little problem outlined previously, I decided I wasn’t too big a man to call in some expert assistance. So, I consulted Dr. Kyla Cole, who, together with her assistant, nurse Kiki Klement, was only too happy to help.
Here’s a picture of Dr. Kyla, with Kiki, prepping up for our first session:
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Dr. Kyla thought it would be a good idea if nursing student Perla joined us to give us a quick display of the finer areas of anatomical interest, seeing that recent quiet times at Poker Ranch may have blunted the recollection somewhat.
Here’s the lovely Perla making everything as clear as day:
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Now, the idea here was to get some connection re-established between the stallion parts and the thinking matter, so Dr. Kayla strictly insisted on no man-handling of the equipment, under any circumstances, while the training regime was in place.
“Fair enough”, I said, “I place myself entirely in your hands.”
“No, no”, she said, “get the jellyfish!”
“OK, Doc’, I said, “but I’ll first need to change the inner tube.”
“What!” she cried, “this is no time to be playing with your bicycle!”
I explained to her that I had previously used the original PL, but found it was about as exciting as porking a plateful of pink blancmange – even if I was ridin’ bareback at the time. So I switched to the WonderWave instead. That is, after I managed to pull it off her finger.
While I got busy changing the squid, Dr. Kyla and Kiki started getting friendly in order to assist in getting the Poker mojo moving.
It worked, too. Here you can see why:
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When her mouth wasn’t full of Kiki, Dr. Kyla suggested that we should begin with small, slow, movements around the tip of the plunger in order to awaken the sleeping nerve endings.
“We must have patience”, she explained.
Not a surprising statement coming from a doctor, I thought.
Well, you know, folks, she was right. What with the sight of Dr. Kyla and Kiki doing the vulva rhumba, the beautiful Perla opening up the pearly gates for me and the persistent caressing of the delicate rubber ribs of the WW on the family driveshaft, it sure was what a man might rightfully call a rib-tickler. In no time at all, it was soon a case of Poker by name, poker by nature.
Whoa, there, little lady! This is a stick-up!
Many sessions later – still in hands-free mode, I might add – things are looking good. The lines of communication are starting to hum again and the brain is starting to talk to the tent-pole direct, not via the hand. It can only improve from here, especially now that a STU is on order.
So, for all who may still be undecided, put your doubts aside and go for it. Personally, I would suggest a WW or any of the other textured inserts. There’s nothin’ like a little rough ridin’ when you first swing into the saddle for a gallop.
In any case, whichever you decide on, you will not regret it friends. If you have initial problems, like I did, holster the hand and spend some time re-educating the brain instead. It will be time well spent and you can be confident that, even if it does takes a little time, the results will be more than worth it.
Outstanding – and I mean OUTSTANDING - success is practically guaranteed.
As my old trail-buddy, Slug O’Toole, might have said:
“It sure beats the hell out of cow-punching…”
Stud
