As much as I hate being scooped, I have to admit that Cosmopolitan article about the woman who had the orgasm that almost killed her really hit home for me.
I walk through a minefield every night when I step into my bedroom and am forced to choose between my two live-in girlfriends. (I had three, but I seem to have misplaced one.) Every night, one of those girls puts her life on the line for me, god bless 'em!
After I've finished my business, one of the girls will often ask me to, uh, reach down there and help her along. As much as I would like to, I say "I can't--it's too dangerous." It's also too messy, but that doesn't seem to carry as much weight with them.
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