I was required by a boyfriend (somewhat taller than myself) to walk briskly with him through a shopping mall with a plug securely seated in my bottom with instructions to keep up with him not by taking more steps to his fewer steps but by taking for me what were unnaturally longer strides. I have to admit that the longer strides definitely made me "feel" the plug in my bottom. As much as I tried not to reveal by facial expressions that something was amiss, I wonder if anyone could guess otherwise. I found the experience arousing and at the same time prayed that no one guessed what I had "in" me. All this despite the fact that the likelihood that a vanilla person could come up with the correct answer approached zero. |