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“What’s wrong with you?” asked the triage nurse at the Alfred Hospital as I manouvered myself into a seat – I had to be mindful not to sit on my balls because they had become so large and distended. Continue reading
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The Day I Became an Urban Legend or The Cautionary Tale of a Cock-Ring Gone Awry
Posted in sexual misadventure with tags Alfred Hospital, chlamidiya, cock ring, dead kitten, penicilin, personal trainer, radiographer, ultrasound, urologist on June 13, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
The Day I Became an Urban Legend or The Cautionary Tale of a Cock-Ring Gone Awry
Posted in sexual misadventure with tags Alfred Hospital, Breda, cock ring, coprophilia, Holland, orgasm, pirate's earring, Pornography, sex shop, stainless steel, urologist, zoophilia on June 11, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
It wasn’t until afterwards that the hospital urologist explained the cock ring was incidental to the actual injury.
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You would think that when I purchased my first cock ring all the way back in 2008, the shopkeeper would have warned me of the risks. Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 