shoutout to the unsung heroes of vine, the ones who allowed the magic to happen: the employee who arranged the fre sha voca do letters, the road construction worker who put out the road work ahead sign, the folks who hosted the party where wrow happened…. let us not forget those who put the pieces in place to give us the gifts we have today
I remember the second time I ever bottomed the guy used something he called “love garden” which was supposed to help with the pain because I said how much I hated bottoming the first time—and I was amazed! Although it still felt like taking a shit I at least didn’t feel like someone was digging in me like they were looking for a spoon in the garbage disposal. But the morning after I went to go poop and everything fell out of me with no push or anything and I noticed I had a one inch gape! 9 hours later! I spent the next 12 hours having panic attacks and considered how I would call my mom and explain to her that I needed my hole sewn up when at last I regained control and clenched back up.
Anyway, my man Elmo here is looking exactly how I looked when I went to inspect myself that morning and could slide 4 fingers in without blinking
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