Where No Penis Dare Go

Erm, well — self explanatory, really!

Lady Smut

mancityBy C. Margery Kempe

Because I recently finished writing M/M/M ménage I suppose it was inevitable to have permutations of penises in my head, but somehow outside my head there does seem to be an explosion (d’oh!) of strange penis-related stories about just now.

Or maybe they’re always there and I’m just noticing them more at the moment. If you know anyone in the health care industry, doubtless you’ve got more stories of the ribald and racy kind. My friend [name redacted]’s husband has delighted in showing us X-rays of the things he’s had to pry out of people. “Guess what happened today?” he says with eager glee and whips out his phone to show us. It can be anything: “Look, staple gun accident!” or “This started as a bet.” He always takes before, during and after photos.


I don’t know if the epic Mumsnet “Penis Beaker” story has…

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