Sounder here. It started as experimenting as a child. Once i found out that i can make good feeling by touching my pp, I tried everything I could think of to make different good feelings.
Started with lego spears and antennae around 10 I think. Also tried those little ball chains that are used as pull switches for ceiling lights. They were less fun. Nowadays I use proper surgical grade tools.
I’ve got a pencil dick so the biggest I can fit is 7.5mm even after sounding for 20 years. Some guys can take up to 12 or 13 mm and it legitimately makes me jealous.
I had a medical procedure in my early 20’s where they put a camera up my urethra. Prior to the procedure they filled it with lidocaine or something similar so I did not feel a thing. The purpose was to get a look inside my bladder. It was not a pleasant experience with a frequent urge to pee after a terrible urge that produced perhaps a drop or two. This went on about every 15 minutes for the rest of the day. It was misery. So when I hear of another side to the story had they not filled me full of lidocaine. I can’t help but be amazed at what a difference perspective makes ones experiences, and how that can inform the rest of our lives.
You’re giving me flashbacks to a doctor in Tokyo sticking a camera into my bladder and saying it was beautiful. I yahooed it, cameras are 9mm. It was hell. At least I got you best ya weirdo
Sounder here. It started as experimenting as a child. Once i found out that i can make good feeling by touching my pp, I tried everything I could think of to make different good feelings.
Started with lego spears and antennae around 10 I think. Also tried those little ball chains that are used as pull switches for ceiling lights. They were less fun. Nowadays I use proper surgical grade tools.
I’ve got a pencil dick so the biggest I can fit is 7.5mm even after sounding for 20 years. Some guys can take up to 12 or 13 mm and it legitimately makes me jealous.
I had a medical procedure in my early 20’s where they put a camera up my urethra. Prior to the procedure they filled it with lidocaine or something similar so I did not feel a thing. The purpose was to get a look inside my bladder. It was not a pleasant experience with a frequent urge to pee after a terrible urge that produced perhaps a drop or two. This went on about every 15 minutes for the rest of the day. It was misery. So when I hear of another side to the story had they not filled me full of lidocaine. I can’t help but be amazed at what a difference perspective makes ones experiences, and how that can inform the rest of our lives.
Not kinkshaming here, I just hadn’t expected to read an adventure tale this detailed today.
I put things in my peehole for sexual pleasure.
Hope that clears it up.
You’re giving me flashbacks to a doctor in Tokyo sticking a camera into my bladder and saying it was beautiful. I yahooed it, cameras are 9mm. It was hell. At least I got you best ya weirdo