The Golden Egg-Laying Goose
“I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it all up in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me
Now!”
—Julie Dawn Cole as Veruca Salt
Am I dating myself with the 1971 Willy Wonka movie reference? Perhaps. But I can hear her voice, her insufferable want, as I peruse the Casual Encounters (m4w) section of Craigslist, from the predictable:
Cool guy looking for a cool women (Sadly, the poor spelling is just as predictable.)
To the niche market: Are you on your period or wanting to be impregnated? (While there was a graphic description of this poster’s desire for “messy sex” inside—“I would love for you to sit on top of me put it inside and we can let it flow”—no further procreative proposition was forthcoming.)
And, of course, everything in between: sweet virginal twentysomethings looking for a gentle cougar to carry them over the threshold of manhood, straightforward “awake and horny” propositions, several “in town on business” posts from the airport hotel area, a tantalizing catalogue of cunnilingus experts trolling for a taste, and of course, a veritable cornucopia of “biggest cock you’ll ever have” adverts—with and without grainy photos of (sorry, guys…mostly average-sized) erections in all shapes, colors and textures.
You might have any one of them in less time than it would take to get a pizza delivered. Welcome to the age of (too much?) information.
I want the whole world
I want to lock it all up in my pocket
It's my bar of chocolate
Give it to me
Now!”
—Julie Dawn Cole as Veruca Salt
Am I dating myself with the 1971 Willy Wonka movie reference? Perhaps. But I can hear her voice, her insufferable want, as I peruse the Casual Encounters (m4w) section of Craigslist, from the predictable:
Cool guy looking for a cool women (Sadly, the poor spelling is just as predictable.)
To the niche market: Are you on your period or wanting to be impregnated? (While there was a graphic description of this poster’s desire for “messy sex” inside—“I would love for you to sit on top of me put it inside and we can let it flow”—no further procreative proposition was forthcoming.)
And, of course, everything in between: sweet virginal twentysomethings looking for a gentle cougar to carry them over the threshold of manhood, straightforward “awake and horny” propositions, several “in town on business” posts from the airport hotel area, a tantalizing catalogue of cunnilingus experts trolling for a taste, and of course, a veritable cornucopia of “biggest cock you’ll ever have” adverts—with and without grainy photos of (sorry, guys…mostly average-sized) erections in all shapes, colors and textures.
You might have any one of them in less time than it would take to get a pizza delivered. Welcome to the age of (too much?) information.
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