I am a sneaky person.
Yes I am.
I may not have a poker face, but I sure as hell can be sneaky about some stuff.
For instance, nudity.
I like to think that I’m all blasé about it but in reality, I am not.
I think, “OH! A naked person!” and then my eyes drink up the sight of them, regardless if they are male, female, or non-binary.
But I don’t look outright.
No, that would be rude!
I SNEAK A PEEK.
Because staring is rude but a sneak peek is A-OK.
The other night, I snuck in a peek at a naked man and I saw something surprising.
A piercing through his junk.
Are they called Prince Alberts?
I think they are.
Well, he had one and it was there, clear as day.
He is the third man I’ve met with one of these piercings.
The first one is a casual friend who I met at a “lingerie” party.
The second man actually stuck a lock through his piecing and then walked around with bolt cutters asking people to cut it off.
Now, I’m not clear on whether or not it enhances HIS PLEASURE during sex, but I think it’s safe to say it probably adds some extra friction for HER PLEASURE.
I’m not adverse to Prince Alberts.
I actually find them very interesting (though my experience is limited to visual not physical explorations).
Truthfully, it seems like a very easy way to lead a man around by his penis.
And I’ve always loved the idea of taking one with me.
On a leash.
Through his piercing.