Is that anti-feminist?
âOkay on the count of three,â says the lady between my thighs âone, twoâŠâ
âArggggghhhhhhâ I scream.
Within the sterile room, my knees are spread wide, my vagina on show. I squeeze Kitâs hand hard, digging my nails into his palms, but he doesnât complain. As an alternative, he kisses me on the pinnacle: âyouâre doing rather well.â I just want it to be over.
âAnd again,â says the lady.
âOwwwww! Holy Mother of FâŠ.â
No, this shouldn't be a flashback of childbirth. This was last month at a waxing parlour where, for the primary time, I used to be getting my pubic hair ripped out at the basis. And it was Kitâs turn...
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