A word about my vagina
Okay, so I went to a "tupperware" party last night with a friend of mine. I don't know how familiar everyone might be with these but they're really just a cheap ploy to gather your friends together to oggle dildos and sample flavored lube. The sales rep presents a wide variety of toys and stuff to your group of friends and you talk trash about your significant others, and of course, drinking and food is involved. It's fun but I never go to buy stuff. Anyway, so one of the items the lady presents is Ben Wa balls, which are heavy brass marbles a girl puts in her junk to take her Kegal excersizes to a whole level. The objective is to be able to hold them in there with your vaginal wall muscles whilst walking around. Doing this, of course, make sure everything stays nice and tight and you don't wet yourself when you're 60.
So, all the girls are talking about how they do Kegals and how difficult it is to keep these damn balls in the right place, they're so heavy, etc...So I decide to buy a pair. I get home, "install them", and start to walk around. Piece of cake. I walk around my apartment, sit down , jump a little and they're just... there. Now, to get these things out, you're just supposed to let go of them and let them fall out, but I CAN'T GET THEM OUT. My stupid goddamned vagina has a death grip on these things and will not let them fall out. I actually contemplated going to the hospital because I was so freaked out. Eventually, after much fuss and near-panic, I got them out.
So there you have it -- Ben Wa balls are no match for my super ninja deathgrip vaginatron.