i drew a peener

I get together with a group of artists from time to time. These events feature wine, good conversation and live models.

Usually, there is only one model but this time there were three. While I go for the experience, I'll be the first to admit that I prefer the young ladies as models.

So I tried to avoid the man-meat for most of the night. By the last session, I had had enough to drink that I figured "what the hell?" I'm an artist, right? Into every life a little penis must fall.

So I girded my own loins and, with pencil grasped firmly in hand, committed the member to paper... flanked by the nymphs of course. That which does not kill us makes us harder, er, stronger.

penis.