One thing that terrifies me is someone asking me to take off my pants when I least expect it.
This happened to me today. At the physio.
I was also given an internal examination to check my pelvic floor.
To say I was surprised is an understatement.
What if there was a tiny piece of toilet paper stuck to my lady bits and the physio saw it?
Quelle horreur!
Furthermore, from a waxing point of view, I was a full moon.
Perhaps I should have said 'can we do this next time?' (this echoes of me at the dentist, being told that I need a filling). There is no point. I would probably be as ill prepared in the future as I was in the present.
And what of my floor?
I need to visualise that I am drawing the sides of my vagina in together. And I need to lift my anus up towards my pelvic bone.
Apparently I can do this anywhere, even on the bus.
*lift* *squeeze*
... and release....
You've created some very sexy imagery here, Sponge.
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