Cialis Tablet

Cialis: Harder to Come By

Jane’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She gets no shortage of erect penis, in fact there is generally an oversupply. Regardless.. a couple months ago I cajoled my doctor into writing me a prescription for Cialis.

Tulips top Jane’s list of favorite flowers and, being the good husband, I like to surprise her sometimes with a fist full of fresh Tulips for no particular reason other than my pure adoration of her. She eats that up… and I usually get lucky. ;o)

Jane also has a special appreciation for a particular type of erection… the rock-hard, fresh-out-of-a-morning-sex-dream erection. This particular brand of wood is more mahogany than pine and serves as a benchmark for erectile potential. It also serves well as a billy club for anyone that stands between me and the bathroom.

I don’t have any sort of dysfunction but, just like everyone else, my erections are harder sometimes than others. Variability is based on; hour of day, time passed since last ejaculation, mood, booze, and physical energy. There are also some sex positions Jane likes that just don’t get me the right way, any resulting loss in rigidity can necessitate a position change.

Consistency is good.
I aim to please.
Enter… Recreational Cialis.

I acquired the drug in anticipation of our sexy vacation to the beach where I knew we’d be drinking, staying up late, and having lots of sex at all times of the day. It’s like packing a rain slicker, preparation for the unexpected is just simple responsibility. That’s what I told myself. That’s what I told Jane.

Hey, porn stars pop Viagra like candy! This stuff must be great, right?

On two consecutive Saturday mornings before our trip I did trial runs; got up and took a pill at least 30 minutes before Jane’s and my usual hookup. The results were impressive! My dick was like a rolling pin and it allowed me to focus on Jane’s pleasure in her favorite positions without interruption or distraction.

Cialis is like cheating. And just like the doctor said, my arousal was still in control. The erection arrived when Jane got me warmed up and then went away again after I ejaculated. The added boost lasts for 24 hours (which I tried out!) but does not keep me constantly erect. It all seems deceptively natural.

Because my dick was in my pants the rest of the day, I didn’t really notice that I was slightly “plump” and not completely flaccid. Because I was busy being a Dad and chore laden homeowner, I didn’t have opportunity to observe that even modest arousal could cause One Eyed Willie to raise his head and look around. He was 15 again.

Then we got on a plane to sexy-ville where men and sexy ladies roam unburdened by clothing. I popped my morning pill, did some naked roaming myself (gawking included), and developed a pesky and persistent semi-erection. In case it wasn’t obvious… a man can’t hide that kind of thing when he’s naked. No pockets!

When you’re laying poolside among naked strangers and Willie starts a lazy roll up over your thigh, headed toward your belly button, it becomes quickly obvious to your fellow sunbathers that you’ve been enjoying the sights a little too much. It’s just not proper to sport wood in that setting; it makes for awkward conversation, and when you meet someone new they’re not quite sure what to shake.

I cut the dose in half and then stopped taking it altogether. I was more comfortable being exposed and Jane never found reason to be less than satisfied. I still have most of the Cialis pills at home… we’ll be saving them for some future sexy adventure which includes being clothed in public places.