J’s flip flops are great, but the thing is that when he wears them and walks, he gets powerful hard-ons from the massage on the sole of the foot. For him it’s like sexy feet rubbing. He found out last summer, when his friends gave them to him in July, as a birthday present.
The first day he wore them, he caused sensation at the beach. He was so embarrassed that he had to dive into the water, where he cooled off some minutes later. Same thing happened to him the second day. At first he didn’t relate his organic reactions to the flip flops. He was already enjoying happy and satisfactory sex in his life, yet naively asked himself if he had suddenly become a sex wonder.
His youngest brother is the current owner. Happy as can be, he doesn’t give a damn about addictions and always puts them on before a night of sex.
J. now regrets having got rid of the magic flip-flops, but … finders keepers, losers weepers: his brother wouldn’t give them back to him. Not for all the tea in China.
So darlings… come back when I wake up from my beauty sleep in the sun and tell me something nice.