Imagination is a wonderful thing, sometimes! Your wonder and desire to now what the sample ointment does is urging you to open the jar early. The lays down deep in the bag of goodies you've purchased today. As time goes bye your desire to see and know is getting the best of you till in a men's room at the Loo Key Spice Company it was time to see.
Your pants around one's ankles a foolish man opens the ointment jar and sniffs the aroma pouring up and out. A golden colored ointment has your fingers dipping into and rubbing a half erect penis it feels so nice.
Soon enough you've smoothed the salve over belly, groin, thighs and butt. The sounds of some roudy youths having come into the men's room makes your pants come back up and jar lid screwed back down.
As you get up and ready yourself the small label stuck to the bottom of your jar says, "Touching Desires".
Package in hand you exit the room and again for safety mingle with those shoppers inside the store. Oh, but the ointment is making your skin crawl as a warm feeling is building down deep.
At last you can stand it no more and push your way out to the street and open air. Feeling ever so nervous you look around for a place to go and just puke. Then to your relief is a alley just left of where your standing. The obviously your desire is for privacy, one make's a beeline and is soon out of the public's eye.
The alley is like most in a big city, dirty, junky, steam coming up from the manhole covers. Feeling ever so sick to your stomach a zig zagging walk brings you to the rear of Sun Wok Eatery. The smells of greasy foods is not helping you upset feeling. You lean against a pile of wooden crates and sigh from that horrid salve's heat.
Suddenly the crate your against begins to shake violently. Turning quickly around with the feeling as if someone touched your neck. A hand comes up feeling a wet touch and finds to building agony a palm with red blood, yours!
Again without much thought you lean back against the crate and reaching for a hanky to dry the bloody scratch a odd tickle touches the wound.
Peering through the open slats you see dark something moving about in the crate. As a rear door of the Eatery opens light pours out and lights up the crate.
Yellow square pupils stare back at you as a goat peers out. You get closer and peering in see the Goat's in a heated desire, his maleness is out red, long, pointed and very erect.
Again your hand comes up and with the hanky wipes a last drip of blood from a wounded neck. As your open hand touches the wound a sticky substance makes you groan.
Suddenly your knees are very weak. A feeling of being light headed and at the edge of fainting. Fingers cling to the slats of the Goat's prison as things are getting ever so dark.
Falling backwards you lean your back against the brick wall of that nearby building. The Goat is jumping around in his crate but that's the least of your worries. A feeling of rain touching your face makes one calm. You look up toward the sky but in dank yellow street lights no rain is falling. Instead your attention is turned to the crate.
A spraying stream of what was to be yellow billy goat cum now covers your face. If it wasn't that you felt half dead right then you might have been angry and got up. Instead your mixed up guts take all notice and whatever else is happening you give little care.
Care, the ointment jar, you scramble for the bag of goodies and reach down in to grab the jar. Eyes are blurring but on the jar's bottom reads the label, "Touching Desires".
Sitting up quickly, putting your aching guts to the rear, your attention is turned to the salve. Fingers have stopped working as you try to unsnap pants and unbuckle a belt. Sweat is pouring down your face as desire and mental terror build to a creshendo.
At last the pants zipper flies open and with stiff and now aching fingers you graffle to check your groin. Oh but just the open sight of thighs is enough to tell of coming touble. Thick black shaggy hairs covers the salve cover skin.
Kicking off the trousers you reach to remove the underwear and see what you know is coming. True, you see the very fact of what the salve was to offer as maybe fun. A touching desire filled billy goat had sparked the salve into action and was even now making you look rather goaty.
Try after futile try to stand up has you rolling over and stand on all fours. Hands now on filthy pavement as knees also touch the ground. A shudder makes a shiver of cold fear run from head to toes as the strange desires continue to build.
Then your reasoning mind suggests that this is the time and place to finnish what was started back in the men's room not long ago. Rolling over to flop on one's back your reach to open the jar.
Soon with shirt off and shoes plus socks tossed to one side a well greased man sits watching the ointment work.