Exploring the backdoor
I remember the first time I heard about anal sex as an inexperienced teenager. In short: I was appalled. How would that even work? Isn’t it painful? The butthole is not a two-way street. There’s poop in there!
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I remember the first time I heard about anal sex as an inexperienced teenager. In short: I was appalled. How would that even work? Isn’t it painful? The butthole is not a two-way street. There’s poop in there!
Whether you meet in class, at a bar, in church or on Tinder, one of the first steps of fostering any potential romantic relationship is asking the guy or girl you’re interested in for his or her phone number.
I remember high school sexual education well. Sophomore year, a modestly dressed woman came into our classrooms and pressed chunks of duct tape onto the hair of our forearms. After a short introduction, we were told to rip them off. This, she said, was symbolic of losing our virginities.
I sit down at my computer with overwhelming excitement, as I’ve recently been confronted with one of the most fun and exhilarating opportunities of my college career.