Story: The Dingleberry

The guy I was dating was a bit prudish when it came to sex, but he was nice and had other things going on so I decided to work with him. We had been spending time together for about 6 months and he was a quick learner. He especially needed help in the oral sex department because his ex girlfriend didn’t like it! I don’t know if she didn’t like it because he was bad at it or if she was self conscious, but not being into oral is a deal breaker for me. Things were coming along great, even though I could tell he was still nervous sometimes.

One night we got all liquored up and went back to my apartment. We started making out and got undressed – the usual progression. Then, he went to go down on me...

“Oh my God!!!” He froze.

WHAT? Oh my God is really not what I want to hear when I am having sex, not in that freaked out /grossed out tone that people use when they get their credit card bill or see a kid pick up something off the ground and put it in their mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” I was thinking I might have started my period or something.

I reached down to check what was behind door number one and that’s when I realized what it was - A clump of toilet paper was hanging off of my cash and prizes!!!

AAaaaaAAAaaaaaAAAaAgggggGGGGGggggGGGGHHHHHHhhhHHhH HHhhhhhhH!!!!!!!!!!

I cannot find words strong enough to explain how absolutely mortified I was at this moment. I was drunk enough to not overreact right at the moment it happened, but I was not drunk enough to forget it had happened when I woke up the next day.

I never saw him again, I couldn’t. I knew every time we had sex I would be thinking about what I would come to refer to as the dingle berry.

true not fun foranyone, but ever been wit a man who has a hairy ***??? itremids meof tat tp commercal wit the bea who has them all over thir ***, you go to reach bac tere or grab hisass and yor horrifed!