What does one have to do with the other? Well, when I was eight I memorised a poem for a class competition (and I won a book – I have always loved owning my own books, so it was a good incentive). The poem was an A.A. Milne one – and I memorised it well, so I’ve been able to recall it ever since.
Which is very handy if you’re being told to recite a poem whilst your inner labia are being pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, and otherwise tormented. A poem that you can remember – one that you can belt out the first verse of, albeit somewhat raggedly and with the occasional additional interjected swear word – is an extremely useful thing to have.
But no way in fucking hell was I going to recite the rest of the verses. (I’d recited the entire poem just to prove that I could, earlier that evening.) I wanted my orgasm, dammit!
You got the audio tease and the happy-afterglow photo on Sunday. Here’s how it all happened, with thanks to Hylas for the torment and Kiana for the videoing:
And what was the poem? Can you tell from my yelps?
A shout-out to QueerPornTube for being a totally awesome place to have my videos!