When I married my current husband, I thought for sure my days of strange men and women between my legs were over. As it turns out, I couldn't have been more wrong. To date there have been 5 newbies playing about in my vagina. And none of those fuckers even had to get me drunk first. There is something wrong with that. Something very wrong.
Its almost like that summer, you know the one...everyone has that summer for some its longer, but you know what I'm talking about.
Its kinda like that, except I'm not drunk, now there are less people involved, oh and I didn't have to pay people back then to look at my stuff.
Did you know fertility doctors are really fucking expensive?
Also, there was no dildo cam involved. Though I imagine if there had been, it may have been more than one summer.
So really, I guess its not like that summer. Except for the strange men and woman between my legs.
And it looks like within the next couple of months I will be inviting at least two more friends to my little infertile play group. Two more people I have never seen before in my life will be seeing me spread eagle in a pair of stirrups. I'm over whelmed with joy.
How offended do you think they would be if I asked them to buy me a couple of drinks first? I don't think its to much to ask.