Absurd Encounters with Men’s Penises

Posted by Saucy Sexy on July 11th, 2005 filed in Saucy Sexy Stuff |

The Ridiculous Encounter

As for the third encounter, I went to walk for exercise just outside the perimeter of a private subdivision, when a taxi suddenly swerved to a stop beside the sidewalk a few meters in front of me. The driver hurriedly ran to one of the trees lining the curb.

Of course, I assumed he had to answer a call of nature (This was before the pink public urinals were constructed.). In respect of his privacy, I started to cross the wide 4-lane street.

No sooner had I done so that the driver hurriedly plunged back into the car. Mystified, I watched as he moved and parked the car beside that side of the street I was crossing to, and then hurriedly ran again to a tree and unzipped.

My irritation rose, as I realized that this dim-witted man was using his need to urinate as an excuse to expose himself to me. I wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to, though, so I changed the course of my direction back to the original side of the street that I had so recently abandoned.

Before I could reach the sidewalk, however, I watched in disbelief as the driver ran, this time without moving the car, to cross the street in preparation to waylay me. Annoyed, I made my way to the taxicab he foolishly left running.

Decision Frame:

Fact #1- According to a women’s magazine, it was advised to report drivers to their employers, whose name and contact number are usually painted on the vehicle’s sides. Unfortunately, in this instance, there was no such information. So that option was immediately eliminated.

Fact #2- I could get into the cab, drive to the nearby police station (approximately 500m away), and report the incident, but I could be charged with stealing, so I decided not to.

Fact #3- I could run to the guards of the private subdivision, a mere 100m away, and ask for help,

But as I saw the driver coming towards me, I made a decision. I made a beeline for the center of the road and hurled a silent challenge, “Let me see you try your stupid stunt in the middle of the road with no trees to hide you. Just you and me.”

At this point, my ire had surged to a level that I was ready to do my own version of High Noon–a shootout right there in the middle of the street with the ramshackle town replaced by an urban setting and the proverbial firing of the gun with the dropping of pants.

To add drama to the scene, the previously vacant street had a sudden flurry of cars passing by. Yet I didn’t budge from the middle of the street, despite the fact that I probably looked absurd, and although the thought of waving one of the cars down flitted through my mind, it was immediately dismissed, for there was a primitive desire to settle this battle personally. So I stared at the driver in unflinching challenge.

Once again, the driver ran, this time to his car-to drive away. Presumedly, in defeat. I resisted the urge to throw my hands up in the air and give a primal yell of elation.

Author’s Assertion: All encounters as told in this article may sound a little bit off the wall but are truly and absurdly true.

Related Posts

Cosmopolitan Magazine Printed Sexcapade #1
An Accidental Report of Sexual Abuse on the Cosmopolitan Philippines Fun Fearless Forum
For Him — 5 Things You Should Know About the Clitoris
For Him — Pick Up Girls with a Wingwoman
For Him — 7 Dos During the Menstrual Cycle (Part 1)

Pages: 1 2 3