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She told me that she wanted to use my penis for experimental purposes and that she would have to make it very numb in order to do this.To my amazement, Alice teased the end of my penis with some stinging nettles and then rubbed in some deep heat lotion.
They’ll make someone a good boyfriend one day, just not me. And for all my groaning about the city’s men, the guys I met were not the same old stereotype.
At first, the pain felt agonizing, but it soon turned into a numb feeling.
She then put not one, but two condoms on me, saying that she was going to use me all night.
I sat at a Starbucks near the Galleria with a friendly, fit black man (I’m white) who was recently divorced and lived in The Colony, which sounded to me like some eerie sci-fi TV drama. But he didn’t contact me again, and I never knew why. I was a real adult, a grown-ass woman, and he was in that shaky place where you have just emerged from the long tunnel of commitment with wobbly legs and blinking eyes, and you need to go bang 25-year-olds for a while.
He told me he liked the show , the unofficial bible for polyamorists, endorsed by “Savage Love” columnist Dan Savage.
Beginning the objectification treatment, Alice started by stripping me naked and tying me to the bed.