No sex. Just a light hearted short story about cupid. Thanks to 'Techsan' for his editing prowess.
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I knocked on the doors of one of the nicest castles in the world. It was answered by a beautiful lady but what else would you expect when knocking on the castle door of Venus, the goddess of love. I was there to inform her of some not so good news. I asked the lady at the door if she would please get Venus for me? She replied, "Whom should I say is calling?"
"Saint Peter. I think she is expecting me."
She asked me to come in while she informed Venus that I was there. I sat on one of the many love seats in the parlor.
"Well, look who's here. I was kind of expecting you, Peter. It is alright to just call you Peter, isn't it?"
"Of course. I think you know why I'm here, don't you, Venus?"
'Yes, it's getting near Valentines day and you are worried about Cupid again. I did have a talk with him and I know he's doing a lousy job but he's been with me for so long. I hate to be the one to tell him he has to retire."
"Venus, we should have gotten rid of him fifty years ago at least. His mistakes and miscues have hurt us dearly. Since 1950 our gay community has gone up thirty percent. What was his reasoning for this?"
"He told me that the way the girls and boys dress anymore he couldn't tell them apart. So when he thought he was shooting at a couple, it ended up being a two guys. Also he didn't understand sports very well and he saw two guys patting each other on the ass and thought that they were in love so he shot them with an arrow."
"What potion is he using? Is it still the 'Love potion number nine' from the fifties?"
"Yes, I just can't get him to try anything new. I told him to start using 'White Diamonds" by Liz Taylor. That stuff must work great. Look how many times she's been married. All these guys of different ages fell for her. He just says he'll try it but doesn't."
"How long does his potion last?