Monica Bielanko
That's What She Said
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It's Not Asparagus

I bared a fat, hairy, waterlogged leg and wiggled it seductively embarrassingly. He grudgingly agreed to my proposition and I arranged myself in the only position in which a ninth-months pregnant woman can get it on.

So he was behind me and I was waiting and there was all this silence.

That's what I'm babbling about today.