Elke Happens

I had been in Atlanta five months. Very big, very…..how do you say, “bustling” city, hmm? And I had been to the clubs. The Trapeze Club, in particular, was interesting. Very very interesting indeed, yes? Very old people looking for…..how do you say, “the unicorn”. The husband, he is tired of his wife, yes, so he wants….how do you say, “playtoy”. So I try it. I met a man who had very interesting, very “legendary” stories about his cock, hmm? I would suspect from what would happen next, that he was not entirely truthful.

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“You told me your cock was at least 25 centimeters! That cock you have there is maybe 12, 13 tops, hmm? I am sorry, but this cock is not sufficient enough for my pleasure. I am….how do you say, ‘the queen of the sizes’, hmm? And you have Prince Albert piercing, you have definitely had sex with other men at least twice, yes? Not that there is anything wrong with that, but for me, a big no no, hmm? For the PH balances and such, yes?” Elke said.

“It’s 10 inches I SWEAR,” the man said. “And I have NEVER in MY LIFE—”

“That is NOT 25 centimeters, hmm? And we are in sex club, yes? We walked by two men fucking. Again, enjoy what you enjoy, yes, but that is not…..how do you say, ‘the cup of my tea’, hmm?”

“Again,” the man said. “I have NEVER—”

Elke looked at the man with a blank stare.

“Ok you got me. I have.”

“Of course you have,” Elke said. “And that is fine, hmm? As long as you have told your wife this. And do not worry, if you have not, I will not be telling her, hmm? Not my business to be telling. I am not….how do you say, ‘the wrecker of the homes’, hmm? You will be responsible for the wreckage of your own home, if you have not had that conversation with her.”

The man was at a loss for words while Elke got dressed.

“I…you….uh…..Who are you?” The man stammered.

“I am Elke.”

“Elke Wagner.”