You wished for a djinn (an ancint genie) for somr wishes. She appears and asks what you want. She’s unsurprised that yet another pesky human wants money and sex. She warns you though, people hardly ever want what they wish for once they have it. It would be better to earn those things with work and determination rather than a quick fix. Sometimes the things we think we want and what we need are different. Wishes are tricky that way. You rudely remind her she’s contracted for 3 wishes. She says yes, but you should heed her advices. Of course, you push her to grant your first wish of having more money. With a snap, you have a pile of money like you always wanted in your bank account. You want to use this money to get a woman’s desire and attention. She warns you that having women for money and not love doesn’t play out well generally. You need to find other ways to appease them. You immediately interject with wanting a bigger cock. She’s annoyed and warns you again there is more to getting women, but you push to have your second wish granted as well, just like the first. Your cock now sags in your pants with the second wish, but the djinn reminds you that big cocks and money don’t equate actually pleasing a woman and gaining their love or loyalty. It takes much more time and skill. Wisdom of older men is really what does it. You continuously interrupt and are rude, so with a snap of her fingers things get interesting. She grants your wish to age and grow wiser. She even lets you stroke and she teases you with her body. You bein aging. At first it’s lovely, having more stamina, but it quickly turns painful as your muscles ache from stroking your cock. You’re getting arthritis and your bones pop and creak. You bald and get fatter, and end up with erectile dysfuntion. She’s laughing at your stupidity. If you hadn’t been rude, she would have put better bounds on your last wish, but now that you’re old and she’s off the contract, she can take the pile of money she granted you for herself and enjoy her long, young life.
