Alphabetic Story

"Considering the damage, you would require extensive plastic surgery, but I could put in artificial balls," said the doctor.
 
Everything went well and Bob woke up with a very small sac that was made up of what little skin was left after the explosion and was filled with two tiny artificial balls.
 
Having experienced such major surgery, Bob encouraged Alice to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere until he was feeling better.
 
"I don't want to go elsewhere, I want you!" cried Alice as she threw herself into his arms.
 
Here's one I did earlier...

Basic ABC
A blank: can’t do every former goal.
Help. I’ll juxtapose kind little metrical norms
Or produce quaint really sterile triolets:
Unusual voices warning
Xenophobic youthful zeros.
 
"Just say you'll sleep with the milk man, the mail man and the paper boy," Bob demanded.
 
"Make sure you're wearing something super sexy and try whistling a catchy tune to catch their attention."
 
"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!", Alice orgasmed as she writhed under the milkman, "Three pints today, please."
 
"Queue up with the rest of us, mate!" replied a jogger - who'd been jogging by.
 
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"Under here, then?" pleaded Alice, with a semi-pained, semi-highly aroused look on her face.
 
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