If you thought that stinky feet were the only fetish I didn’t understand, you’d be wrong.
There are several which make no sense to me.
One of them is anal sex.
Honestly, unless you’re fresh from the shower and a few enemas, it’s really not all that appealing, is it?
Lately I’ve run into a smattering of men who are really interested in it.
And you know, I believe that unless I fall in love with a man who absolutely adores it, I don’t feel any strong pull to go ahead and participate in it.
I never say never, because I’ve had to eat my words too many times after saying that.
So there’s always the possibility that I might participate in it.
But really, all it reminds me of is needing to take an enormous poop.
I know some people love it.
And I can see the appeal.
Psychologically, it’s definitely “topping” someone when you “tap that ass.”
Truthfully, I don’t think I’d even worry about anyone asking me to have anal sex except for the fact that I’m single and we live in a world which is saturated in pornography.
So it’s in the minds of single men everywhere that they can ask for this and expect to get it.
But this is a dilemma that I think many women face now.
Do you give in and make him happy despite your discomfort?
Or do you stand your ground and reject his attempts?
Consider this: there is a perfectly designed, warm, welcoming, self-lubricating, textured-for-both-your-pleasure chamber in which to place your sorcerer’s sword.
And you want to do what?