I have a sexual attraction to household appliances. You may think I'm joking, but I'm not. Before you call me a freak or degenerate, let me tell you why;
I was on vacation with my mom & dad in San Antonio. We arrived around 8 or 9 at night and checked in at the nearest Motel 6. Desperate to catch some sleep from the roadtrip, I rushed up the stairway to our room and in the process ripped my cargo pants.
This usually wouldn't be a problem, but somehow I had forgotten my briefcase. I had no willpower to fret over it, I could just get another pair at Walmart tomorrow. Right then I needed some sleep, so I passed out on the floor because my parents hate eachother and needed separate beds.
I woke up the next morning and went downstairs to get my share of the continental breakfast. They had a waffle iron that you put your own batter in and waited about 45 seconds until it was done. Now, being the dumbfuck I am, I decided it would be a good idea to mix maple syrup into the batter.
When the iron beeped, I rushed to open it, and in the process burnt the ever-loving shit out of my thumb. I put it on ice and then tried once more to open the foul beast, only this time with an oven mitt that the staff had so kindly provided. I was not prepared for the evil that awaited me. It was so poorly formed, so burnt in some areas and so liquidy in others.
Then it happened. The syrup that I had added bubbled up and fucking flew right into the tear in the crotch of my pants. I don't even know how it could've done so at that angle, but I did know that my dick was burning with the fury of a thousand suns. I yelped, ran up to my room, forced the door open and hopped into the shower. Luckily nobody was in there.
I tore my clothes off and turned the water on as cold as it would go. I was crying at this point, but the water soothed the pain. Then I realized that the syrup was still stuck to my penis. I had to do the unthinkable;
I had to vigorously masturbate with the generic hotel shampoo in order to save my burning dick.
I'll spare you the details, but I had the best orgasm of my life. When I was done I noticed that the scarring from the burn was shaped like a heart. It was a sign. God had directed that syrup into my pants so I could find true love. In the coming months, I could never see a waffle iron without getting an erection. In the coming years, my fetish spread to toasters and blenders.
One day, I was staying at my grandmother's house to make sure she didn't hurt herself in a dementia fueled frenzy. She started watching infomercials about pressure cookers and I just couldn't control myself. I had to recreate the magic of that first night. I unplugged her toaster and took it to the shower. My bulbous erection blinded me from the danger of my actions, but I didn't care.
The next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital bed with a nurse telling me they had found my body in the bath, next to a toaster covered in semen. I was shortly transferred to a mental health facility who thought that I had attempted suicide. They made me stay for two months because I kept telling them that I just wanted to fuck a toaster.
Anyway that's my story. I'm a little more adjusted now but still get a chubby from waffle irons sometimes.
Thanks for listening.
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