Sex And Drugs For The Perverts – Thug Polishing A Gun In The Slums

“Because the concentration of pheromones has increased so much that it’s becoming dangerous.”

“Dangerous in what way?” I asked curiously. Apparently, the sheriff’s theory about pheromones was true because I saw her nostrils quiver, just like the nostrils of the mares at my colleague’s horse farm quivered when they smelled the stallion. It wasn’t until I reached the bank of a quiet river and was able to look at myself in its still waters I realized how much I had changed. After a while she stood up and shook herself just like a hen shakes when the cock is taken off her and looking at my cock which was still hard she kept staring at it. The way I look, I think they’d rather run off and eat dirt.”

The sheriff shrugged helplessly. At the end of the novel, he swallows an entire bottle of the perfume thus obtained and the effect is so strong that all the people gather around and admire him. Hardly, but they did. “The story is an old one, and I kept hoping it wasn’t true, but just an urban legend like others.