Woody Stories.

The first time I had a woody was in my pre-teen days, can’t remember the exact age but I went straight to my Mum and asked her what was wrong with me. She had this big grin on her and told me it means my bladder is full and I need to pee. So off I went to the toilet, it took some time for the pee to come out but it eventually did.

As I got older the early morning woody got worse, I can’t remember when last I woke up in the morning without a woody. The thing seems to have a mind of its own rising to its full glory, very hard and firm damn. My alarm goes off at 5.45am, and am greeted first by Mr Woody who nods his acknowledgment to my greetings, I spend the next 15 minutes in bed imagining how nice it would be for Mr Woody to get an early morning warm, wet and soft embrace. Reality sets in once its 6am and off to the shower I go. A cold down pour on Mr Woody is what it takes to get him to behave.


<Does any one else have a MR Woody or a Miss whatever story to share >