Marathon 21 is a wonder

So I was diagnosed with a deadly disease.  It’s called “Indolent Polycystic Ovarium Malady” if you are a medical professional; to those of us that need things in laymen’s terms; it’s just called “Lazy Ovary”.  This was very alarming to me and downright disturbing.  I’ve always been a very diligent worker and excelled at everything I did so it shocked me and greatly distressed me that one of my ovaries just decided to give up.  I hate quitters and here I was; stuck with one deeply embedded into my very most inner being, literally!

 

I trudged home in a most downtrodden manner to tell my significant other the harrowing news.  I knew he’d be disappointed in my ovaries lack of ambition and seeing as how I was trying to become laden with child; this would make things slightly more difficult.  The other overworked ovary really had its work cut out for it.

 

I enter into the apartment we shared together in the city and he’s there and the minute I walked in; he knew something horrible had just happened.  He looked at me with concern so I proceed and explain about the IPOM (the shortened version of the disease)…and his eyes welled up with tears and then we decided together we would resolve this problem and come up with a solution.

 

I was awake for three days straight and Dylan was awake for three days straight…pacing, thinking, racking our brains, there had to be something…a solution.  Then EUREKA…I got it!!  I made charts, I made graphs, I made a pyramid…I concocted scientific equations…and then it just came to me; like a thief in the night.  If only one of my ovaries is working properly and his junk is to full capacity; all it means is we’ve got to work harder…pun intended!  The only way for us to accomplish the working “harder” was to do our part and have sex non-stop.

 

I quickly got Dylan and we retreated to the Den (we don’t have a den, but it sounds more professional)…I show him all my handy work and research I had concocted over the past few days.  He is thoroughly impressed.  So his question to me was; “How am I going to find a way to perform marathon sex”?  Then I rack my cranium again for three more days when EUREKA again…damn I’m good…it just comes to me; you know; like the thief (he’s everywhere…someone outta report him). 

 

Last time I was at my Dad’s house I was rifling through the medicine cabinet looking for some morphine and I saw it and remembered checking it out; yes my friend, it was Marathon 21…Now I know how my Dad bagged that hot young 25-year-old chick…hmmmmmmm…so I think to myself; why not try it out…I get on-line and order it after google searching it…and Bam!

 

It arrives just in time for Dylan’s birthday so I wrap it up all nice-like and he is elated…now we will be able to quit our jobs and have sex all day and all night like we always planned!!  So we type up our resignation letters and he pops a Marathon 21 pill.

 

In a relatively quick amount of time; he swells and I can see the bulge in his pants and I get extremely turned on.  I have to see it for myself in person.  I’ve never seen him so big underneath his pants and I was so hot just seeing it grow to astronomical lengths.  I can’t even wait for all that foreplay crap…I immediately rip his pants off; I’m dripping with excitement at the prospect of being fucked non-stop for hours and hours and hours without having to resort to my drawer chalk full of sex toys, or the pool boy.

 

His pants are around his ankles now and I can’t wait to have his large, hard cock inside me…It is enormous and I’m extremely wet; dripping and I pull up my skirt (I never wear underwear; it ruins the romantic moment and I really hate doing laundry)…His cock is large, thick and hard as a rock…I touch it with eager anticipation; and the more I stroke it; the larger and harder it becomes.  I just can’t wait anymore; I scream; “fuck me now bitch”.  He complies and WOW; it felt so amazing going in…it made all of my inner most woman parts tingle; I could feel him inside me; tight and snug; better than any sex toy I owned or could ever buy.

 

It was amazing and it lasted for days and we just kept fucking and now; my life is completely changed and fulfilled.  I used to get really discouraged and disappointed when he’d only last about five minutes and myself being in my sexual peak and can last forever…it was upsetting.  It was seriously ruining our relationship; I’d be ravenous for sex and even be tempted to call upon the neighbor guy or that cute lesbian at work…now I don’t need to think about fucking everyone in my office (well, partly cuz I quit my job to fuck all day) and because Dylan satisfies me fully.

 

In fact; I’ve forgotten all about my IPOM disease and don’t even care that my ovary is a lazy ass fuck.  I’m actually glad because I would’ve never discovered Marathon 21 if I wouldn’t have had that bunk ovary.  And now I don’t even want kids, cuz it will take away from my fucking time and that is my first priority right now.  The kid would definitely have to be on the back burner and now we both quit our jobs so we can’t even afford a nanny, let alone a place to live.  We got evicted two weeks ago from our apartment and are now living in a storage room facility.  But we don’t care because we are fucking nonstop and not only that; the excitement of people coming and going in and out of the storage facility and possibility getting caught only adds to the sexual excitement.  So Marathon 21 has changed my life considerably…

 

I owe my whole life to Marathon 21 and I’ve even started a cult where we pray to Marathon 21…Look for the pamphlets to hit your neighborhood soon…People will be riding on bikes and knocking on your door.