Be sure not to spit-cough out your coffee as the fellating starts:
A ‘fellatio cafe’ where customers receive oral sex while they drink their coffee is set to be opened in Switzerland.
The outlet, set to be up and running in Geneva by the end of the year, would see men ordering a coffee before their choosing their prostitute on an iPad.
Customers would pay more than £40 for the drink and sex act, according to the firm Facegirl, which is modelling the idea on similar establishments in Thailand.
A representative from the company, calling himself Bradley Chavet, said men would order what they want and then sit at the bar.
As this site has said – there are no boundaries to r. If the free resources continued, strangers would stop and have sex on the streets. Passerby’s would pause to rub their chin hair thoughtfully while mentally critiquing their technique, before going on as if nothing had happened. Pedophilia would be not only normalized but celebrated. Monogamy would be seen as some sort of freaky refuge of losers who couldn’t be cool like everyone else, and being bothered if your toddler had sex would be seen as a sign of being an unfit parent. And in that utopia would live the most angst-y, trigger-able, psychological messes anyone could imagine, all certain that anything but their present life must be total hell.
On some level it is interesting to see it first hand, because some day in the future, I suspect that nobody would believe that such a twisted world could exist outside of some sort of science fiction fantasy novel. “You sat at a bar, and as you drank your coffee, a girl got under the bar and gave you a blowjob? With people sitting on each side of you, getting the same treatment?”
Nobody will believe it. You will have seen it first hand.
Even more amazing, you will know that if you make the world nice enough it could all come back – and with it in perfectly equal measure, the specter of Apocalypse.
[…] Signs Of r – Café Fellatio […]
Bananas would become hammers and submarine sandwiches would enter the Hellespont. Sea monsters will ricochet when rain water dissipates beneath the shallow moon landing exodus. When will the walking wayfarers see the sovereignty of their molten stirrups? How do the leap frogs know the words if reindeer feel the forest? Even unicorns have heroes.
Engagement pulls the wheels opposed to free falling spaghetti noodles rustling in the cupboard’s short leg. When the winter wobbles in the silent shelter of lambskin moccasins our next recourse outweighs our phantom. After all we haven’t stopped the hunting magpie or whispered the secret grief. Come on closer Thucydides and listen to the heathen blow fish basket minstrels. Often a fewer equivalent mustard bat wings falsely lament the snowfall. Woe to the hopeful cash register ringing in compliance.
It is said that mercury went sailing far beyond the telephone poles. Where do the mosquitoes get their wages? Who’s responsible for the Bee Gees second single? Where have all the flautists gouged their desperate teeth across April’s misty mountain? Heaven aside, eventually even the evergreens stop growing.
Memory masked in misery recalls the retched stammer. The European antelope wonders if a wish could wince. Too bad; it wasn’t too specific.
Whats wrong? You don’t like coffee?
Perhaps they got the idea from Idiocracy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qs4mtbTsaL4&t=11s
I like blowjobs as much as the next guy, but that sounds sort of repulsive.