crazychemgirl
the S&S goddess
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Lmao brilliantoh, a chance to tell three embarrassing stories in one day! Aside from my unfortunate grade school flatulence, and pulling my thigh muscle orgasming, I have one more humiliation I'd like to share:
We'd been apart for over a week. We were both thirsty as hell and going at it like teenagers on prom night. We're laying there in post coital bliss, when I feel the bed buzzing, really vibrating, enough that it's shaking my body, and feels kinda nice. Uh, no, that's not the bed vibrating me. It's me vibrating the bed![]()
We'd used a bullet vibe, but instead of grabbing the one with a cord, he used the cordless vibe, which was now lodged so far up my hoo-ha that I couldn't grab it.
I was a paramedic, I know how these things go down. I was not going to the ER for anything. I would have rather died 70 years from then, with a calcified vibe in my vagina than have one exray of the evidence go viral.
So, mirror in one hand, small spoon in the other, coughing repeatedly, I tried to find it. No luck. Swapped out the spoon for silicone tipped salad tongs. Bingo! Got it out. Threw away both utensils. Even if they were boiled & sanitized, I could not ever use them again!
End of that week was my annual with my OBGYN. She noticed that I had a bruised cervix... she gave me a stern talking to about rough sex & listening to my body. I just nodded and agreed that I'd learned my lesson. I'd much rather her think it was from a rough game of hide-the-pickle than have to say a sentence like, "But, I thought the tongs were safe because of the silicone coating!"