Yesterday, while bobbing with the Daves in the hot pool at the Kabuki Hot Springs, my retinas were exposed to the largest live action honker of a penis ever to reflect light my way. It must have been at least 10 inches long. And soft! It hung like an elephant’s trunk, cantilevered out slightly, swingy slowly from side to side. Not that I would even know what to do with such an arm-length appendage, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. And not that I’m a size-queen. Goldilocks likes hers momma-bear size. I was more interested in my physiological reaction; my cheeks reddening, my mouth watering. What sort of biological imperative was my body struggling toward?
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