Chapter Thirteen
The Preparations
My experimenting began with #3, which was arguably a little smaller than my husband’s rod.
With the regular dozen rammings that Saturday now brought, I had learned that he was perhaps just a little larger than average—I had not, of course, before then had any way to make comparisons; nor had that seemed important to me.
But I had certainly started to notice the larger . . . congregants had a stronger, longer and more intense effect on me, among other things, triggering deeper climaxes and bringing them on faster.
I had never . . . penetrated myself before in this—or any other—manner.
To have control over what was thrust into me was, at first, a novel experience: I found that I could stimulate myself by varying the speed; I discovered a spot inside my
