*Sarah aka Ginger*
God that physician wasn’t kidding this bloating is no joke.
I don’t know what’s worse: the bloating as a teenager or the bloating when you’re an adult?
Only difference between being a teenager and now is I know how to deal with the bloating as I’ve gone through worse pains imaginable…..like childbirth……or what was being shoved in my jaw at this very moment.
I guess I should rewind a bit….I had to stop from enjoying my son’s new appendage as I craved another shot at having multiple orgasms that it seems only my son can bring me to experience that I never knew about as I thought I had always had *big* orgasms with my husband and every past lover along with *every* past hand to bean or hand to machine orgasms I had ever experienced. I was so wrong in my thinking after tasting what it truly meant to have *earth shattering orgasm* and now I was hooked.
If I had never tasted those levels of orgasms would I still think my normal orgasms were *earth shattering*?
The jury is still out on that one.