Stoner with a Boner

Stoner with a boner (It's a Long Story) is a pot-centric sexotic bedside reader for the adult mind.KIRKUS REVIEW: Written in a loose, free-wheeling prose that mimics the narrator's lifestyle, the story glides from woman to woman and bong hit to bong hit without the burdens of plot or conflict.... a memorable sexual escapade. by Kirkus Reviews Dec. 2012This fictional memoir is presented as a rambling narrative, thoughtful and funny. If this is a guy you know, this part of his life is on...
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Stoner with a boner (It's a Long Story) is a pot-centric sexotic bedside reader for the adult mind.KIRKUS REVIEW: Written in a loose, free-wheeling prose that mimics the narrator's lifestyle, the story glides from woman to woman and bong hit to bong hit without the burdens of plot or conflict.... a memorable sexual escapade. by Kirkus Reviews Dec. 2012This fictional memoir is presented as a rambling narrative, thoughtful and funny. If this is a guy you know, this part of his life is on the down-low; not hidden, not advertised. It just is. Like his luck with the ladies, a sacred element in his life not to be squandered reliving on the job (and vice versa). In retrospect, we share his days of work and play. A grocer. A pot head. Lover and friend.The language is tart and specific when it isn't wandering off toward reveries of the good old days. You're hearing the words of a grown stoner, an otherwise upright citizen, keeping his counterculture perspective alive one doobie at a time. It's a long story the way he tells it.The sex has been steamy which makes for explicit recollections. He's a fan of the female, drawn to them as equals: equally interested, equally involved, equally independent. He's not dangling a more complex relationship than the one he offers in the here and now (there and then). He's careful to learn their names (Trixie, Belle, Bronwyn, Siobhan). He thought he liked little lean blondes until he had his eye lids peeled back by a tall redhead. He's not a user; he doesn't have to slink out the back door of a bar because somebody walked in the front door. He doesn't trick women into bed; it's more a matter of knowing. It is what it is, not what it was, not what it ought to be, not what it might be. It is what it is - until it isn't.KathleenK.xxx for the rowdier reader.