
Dear The E-Spot,
I have just purchased a sexy new picnic table (see above), which now sits outside my house on my deck. The problem is that I am crazy about her. Yes, I think of the table as a woman and have become obsessed. At first I just caressed the table, and enjoyed pulling the umbrella in and out of its hole. But soon, unbenown to my wife, I started to, well, to have sexual impulses towards this table. Pretty soon I was making excuses to my wife, running out onto the deck and rubbing myself up against the table like a dog on heat. I keep wondering how it would feel to make love to this table, to slip my penis into the table's hole and make sweet sweet music. Please help me, because I am going crazy with worry. I mean, am I sick, or do other people feel like this about picnic tables? And do you think I would get this out of my system by fucking the table?
From
Brett with the Big Baguette
Dear Mr Baguette,
Wow! That is one good looking table you have there. Very smooth corners and an exceptionally caressable finish. I can see where you are coming from. This table is very provocative indeed.
Now to put your mind at rest: Are you sick? No. Are there others like you? Absolutely! There are many people to whom a good looking table presents an erotic challenge second to none. Tables aren't just for eating off, now are they, Mr Baguette?
But before you launch yourself onto the object of your affections, there are a few things you should know. I believe there was a gent called Art Price of Ohio who recently had similar strong affections for a picnic table with a very provocative hole, just like yours. He regularly went out on his deck naked, (which incidentally was across the street from a school), flipped the table on its side and relieved himself in a sexual manner in the hole.
Now, there is no doubt that he and maybe even the table had a high old time doing this. But there were problems (aren't there always?) and in this case the problem was a nosy neighbor who had nothing better to do than film all the Cock on Table Action and send the tapes to the local police. Well, it wasn't long before the long arm of the law hauled in Mr Price and stopped his fun:

So, my advice for you Mr Baguette, is that if you want to make sweet music with this table, don't do it outside while stark naked. Take the dear thing inside. And if you do get caught by the wife here are ten of the best excuses:
1. Got all worked up after looking through the IKEA catalog
2. C'mon, did you see that picnic table?
3. I was refinishing it and things just got out of hand
4. Just broke up with the pool table and didn't want to be alone
5. If you're gonna arrest every man who's had sex with a picnic table, you're gonna have to build a hell of a lot more prisons
6. Was curious if I could have sex with anything more flat and lifeless than you darling!
7. Hey, a man has needs
8. My doctor said I have Restless Nuts Syndrome
9. It's not like I spent $4,000 for a hooker
10. Well, it was our anniversary
Also, I was so moved by all this that I wrote a song called
Picnic Table Lover
Your round hole
Is too beautiful to hold
The umbrella pole
Every time I see you I get wood
My heart beats hard when I caress
Your shapely legs
Picnic Table
You are too pretty
Just to eat Bologna sandwiches off
I need to put my baguette
In your beautiful crevice
Oh oh oh
You're perfect as you are
All we need is a dab of mayonnaise
And maybe a dill pickle
To seal the deal
Good luck from
The E-Spot
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26 comments:
How about 'I was trying a (s)table relationship'?
The coats are over that way, yeah?
More double-standards !!!
If I came home and found my chick trying to cram the dining table into her snatch, I'd pull up one of the chairs and happily watch the entire spectacle...
Seriously, the man has no taste. It looks like something out of the flintstones. Next thing you know we'll find out he has a fetish for Dino.
Everybody knows that love is a well-oiled banquette...
The picture suggests that the table has been cheating on him with the sun shade. Maybe his wife should try that as well to make him jealous.
I was just sitting here thinking how strange and horrifying it is that even the stupidest person in the world has a sexual organ. Any dick can have sex, and that is so much of a tragedy I can barely tolerate it.
:)
What is, I fear, an even bigger tragedy is that even the stupidest person in the world can use his dick to sire children.
Long live the Darwin Awards :)
In regard to the two comments above, we can at least celebrate the fact that the table cannot reproduce, and if the man wants to fuck something, at least let him NOT breed. This is a comfort, at least to me. I wish all stupid men would copulate with inanimate objects in the interest of not siring children.
But what about the splinters?
angela-la-la....excellent advice as always my dear!
fingers....I see I was trying to be too clever here. I was talking mostly about that nutter, Art Price from Bellevue, Ohio who fucked his table in front of a school while naked. God knows my morals are in the gutter but that's got to be wrong, I mean I know there's probably not much to do in Bellevue but what about starting a ping pong club?
vi....I think he was attracted by the slippery yet sensual finish of the plastic wood ;)
steve...hmm, you talking from experience? ;)
gorilla bananas...you are as eagle eyed as Columbo. That studly umbrella has been servicing the lady table on the side. I hope that Mr Baguette hasn't noticed or there will probably be pistols drawn before dawn.
sparsely kate.....That guy, Art Price had three kids (those poor kids who will no doubt have heard the whole sorry saga from the papers) and was fucking the picnic table on his deck, outside, while naked!!! OPPOSITE a school - and now the charges against him have been dropped. Is there no justice??
I don't care if he fucks his kettle, his hoover, his table or a can of beans but CAN HE PLEASE DO IT INSIDE.
ro....Art Price (and Mr Baguette) may have been quite seriously in love with their tables. Like I saw a tv documentary about those people who are sexually attracted to animals and there was one guy who said, "It just makes me so sad that I can't take my partner Cherry down the local pub because everyone would laugh at me."
Interviewer:"Why would they laugh?"
"Because Cherry is a horse."
It was funny but also tragic...maybe I should have more sympathy for picnic table lovers ?? ;)
Karen ^..^...
I wish all stupid men would copulate with inanimate objects in the interest of not siring children.
That is a truly inspired suggestion! I wonder if we could get this message subliminally fed into the background music in porn. It would whisper "Leave women alone, fuck tables, fuck tables."
Billy...
But what about the splinters?
For the true table-fetishist, the splinters only add to the erotic frisson!
Wow, gives a whole new meaning to having some wood...
Look, I'm not saying Art Price is normal by any stretch; just that there's alot worse a man can do than show his furniture a little love.
What about that poor Scottish nutter arrested IN HIS OWN HOME for making out with his bicycle ??
Is there no justice ??
Ha, is there no privacy anymore...
It sounds to me like someone is a sandwich short of a picnic.
In the next episode he'll be going for the daisy chain effect with him entering the table's hole while the parasol is taking him from behind.
VE...Art Price's relationship with that picnic table was a very beautiful thing. It brings a tear to my eye, especially when I think of the splinter's he may have sustained to his penis.
fingers....I don't care about donkey shaggers or bike shaggers, just do it at home. Let's put it like this: would you like to see your neighbor fucking her picnic table?..on second thoughts don't answer that ;)
midnight...Stop it!! you're turning me on!!
Love it. I remember hearing about this guy recently. I spit out diet coke onto my desk in a fit of giggles. Clearly this was a joke. Am still in shock it's not.
I'm with Vi on the flinstones thing.As to Mr Price well he was only following in a long tradition of Square Peg Round Hole whereby men see a hole and feel that it was custome mad for their cock.
My first love's client was the Regent Hotel in Melbourne where housekeepers regularly had to assist men who'd got themselves into bother. The man who tried to get his cock into a stubby bottle (you know Australian beer bottles) was not lucky and an ambulance had to be called.
That should be 'custom made' but it is morning and I did not sleep well.
billy...that was what i was going to say...i thought men liked to protect that particular appendage...however seeing some of the women they choose to impregnate...i guess not...
kathryn....Actually I still can't really believe this story is true. I mean it was cold when he did it. I mean, what could be erotic about doing it with a cold hole??
Ms Robinson.......
custom mad for their cock.
I know it was a typo but what a funny Freudian slip!
Daisy...
when a table is as good looking as this men are swift to move to action and a few splinters don't put them off ;)
Now I am wondering how Art Price would have a candelit dinner.
No, that is too much
ms robinson...I'd like to set Art Price loose in IKEA and film him with a hidden camera. I guess it would be like letting a kid loose in a candy store!
I've always rather enjoyed my trips to IKEA, sad though that may seem. Emma may just have put me right off ...
ro....not sad at all. I have seriously many times fantasized about doing it in IKEA, I mean with a male as opposed to a table, you know, doing it quickly behind a breakfast bar, maybe being watched, maybe being caught!
ermmm...whatever floats your table....
I'm pretty libertarian about most things - if you're not hurting anybody else... of course there is the issue of the children across the street.
Forniphilia isn't that uncommon (www.forniphilia.info/). It isn't *that* weird.
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