The bulb seemed like a less intimidating option. I didn’t like the looks of those full-on fucking irrigation systems: I can’t tell whether they belong in a hospital room or an industrial agriculture operation, but they certainly don’t belong up my tender, inexperienced little bum hole. Continue reading
I have been called upon to educate.
I was in a sorority in college and, while I have major qualms with the system as a whole (a discussion for a different blog, perhaps), I always relished those moments when I could assume the role of a mentor for one of the younger girls. But that was more along the lines of essays and internships. Not kinky sex.