… and I rub it all the time. I’m even rubbing it right now! It’s pink and puffy and hot and moist. The more I rub, the wetter it gets. Sometimes it gets so wet, it starts dripping. If I rub too hard, it hurts. But as soon as it feels better, there I go, rubbing it again.
When I go out in public, I wonder if people know my little secret. Are they thinking, “Ahh, she’s been rubbing it. You can just tell.” It’s all I can do, to keep from rubbing it right in front of them.
Maybe, to keep from rubbing it so much and to keep it from being obvious that I’ve been rubbing it, I’ll start wearing sunglasses. And get a better allergy medicine.
Huh. When I rub mine, I have to hold it with my whole hand, it’s so big – both hands if I want to avoid messy accidents. It’s not that long, but it’s definitely wide and firm, and of course, very dark – very fierce and Africanesque. The ladies tell me they like how it looks – some have been known to play with it or kiss it out in public! I’m able to keep it from dripping no matter how vigorously it’s rubbed.
And, you know, if somebody else rubs it for me, they never get it quite right… not hard enough, or fast enough, or not in the right place… I always want to just push there hands away and do it myself…