crazychemgirl
the S&S goddess
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- Jul 9, 2012
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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!"
 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 So now I'm not the only pain in her ass.
  So now I'm not the only pain in her ass. 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		


 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		