บท 192: Desire is the Aphrodisiac

A strange thought that once buried me never left a trace or a clue, still coming and going like it used to. There was this desire to believe in something beyond my flesh and bones, beating under my chest, just too silently to be heard. I needed an intellectual capacity to understand my passion, yet the most important part was a heart loving enough to only tune with its genuine voice.

It was called sounding; the insertion of an object into the urethra, and it was not for the squeamish - it's risky unless you take your time and do it properly.

Marvel must have studied the sexual aspects of using these tiny and long sterling silver rods before trying them because he did it so skillfully.