I got a rare invitation to a costume party, and as my bear suit was soiled and ruined I needed something new. I bought this expecting it to be plush and somewhat comfortable, and if I had known then what I know now I would have bought ten of them.Women are evidently attracted to bears and bear like figures, and seeing as I'm a short hairy man this mask worked well. I wore a brown set of corduroys and a light brown shirt to complete ensemble. As I arrived at the party I slipped on my mask and did a double take in my rearview mirror, I hadn't shaved and had a thick beard to compliment the mask. I looked truly frightening, and was ready to greet the people.As I walked inside I was gawked at by several women, each of them seemed to be turned on in some way. I made my way to the bar and began to get liquored up nice and proper like. There was no shortage of booze and as I punched the fourth White Russian I began to feel a slight tinge of excitement. One woman decided to talk to me as I got my fifth drink and asked me who I was. I responded only with growls and pawed at her boobs, but I missed and kept hitting her shoulder.This worked to my advantage though, as she whisked me away to a bathroom. She had a bottle of wine in her purse and started to drink a little as I muddled around trying to take a piss with someone watching. She came up behind me and tried to remove my mask, so I bit her. Once again she thought I was being playful, in reality I was freaked out and nearly pissed all over the toilet.She was good and toasted by the time I finished washing my hands, so I grabbed her wine and chugged the rest of it. I growled at her again, gave her the empty bottle and went back out to the party. The night was filled with strange escapades like this, but in the end I wound up naked in a guest room covered in piss. I did however still have my mask on. A few weeks later I found out I had contracted chlamydia, the bear mask is a babe magnet.
Rating: [5 of 5 Stars!]