Men Writing Women Writing Men: The Wizards Globes

The wizard's wizened globes jiggled magically.

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The warrior climbed the spiral stair to the tower, his testicles supported beautifully by his shining pelvis armor. He rapped on the door to the wizards chamber, the force of his knocking sending his balls rocking to and fro like beloved newborn twins.

“Enter!” the wizard yelled.

“You wanted to see me?”

The wizard, at the window, whirled. His silks clung to his thin frame except for the heart shaped window where his scrotum quivered mysteriously. “How are you finding your new armor?”

The warrior grunted noncomittally, but his meat beans rolled in their supportive metal cups like feisty shaven hedgehogs.

“I see,” said the wizard, correctly interpreting the state of his warrior’s kumquat satchel. “You may be annoyed with me, but with a pair of devastating figs like those we’re ready for war, eh?”

The warror couldn’t help but smile. It was true. He had extremely warlike nuts.