Your vagina almost broke my hand last night, I told her. One day I fully expect to feel, mid-fist in-thrust, a metacarpal’s soft crunch. I can hardly type today.
“If you kept your hand out of me you wouldn’t have that problem,” she said.
Do you really want that, I asked.
“Not at all!” she was quick to reply.
In the days after a party I endure a hand throbby from too much fisting, a knee swollen and black from a mid-sex nightstand collision, a delicate flower1 raspy and annoyed from too vigorous toy usage and an elbow contused from, well, I don’t know what. Also, I may have misplaced my panties as I’m fairly certain I left the house wearing them but came home without. Huh.
Will any of this stop me from going and participating as fully as I can? Not bloody likely.
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*It’s my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
- my vagina [↩]
hmmmm…I lost my panties at a party once. They were pretty too, damn it! And my back is feeling the after effects of a lot of “play” from a party this past weekend. Brings a smile tho :)
My vagina is feeling it! Poor, poor delicate flower!
I have so much to learn from you. Call me grasshopper.
You are delicious.
Your courage and sense of adventure is so admirable. You truly are an inspiration. ;)
You are lucky that you have such opportunities.