A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together and going to his place.
She notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves in the bedroom, with dozens of the teddy bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall! He had obviously taken some time to lovingly arrange them; she is immediately touched by how much thought he had put into organizing the display.
There are small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf. However, she finds it a little odd for such an obviously masculine guy to have a large collection of Teddy Bears. She is quite impressed by this unexpectedly sensitive side but doesn't mention it to him.
They continue talking while sharing a bottle of wine. After a while, she finds herself thinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Could be the future father of my children?'
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in
his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each other's
clothes and make hot, steamy love.
She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion, they lay there together basking the afterglow. The woman rolls over and gently strokes his chest, asking coyly, “Well, how was it?'”
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says, “Sure dear, you can help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf.”
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