Shoving a WWII Shell Up My Ass: My Clumsy First Anal Awakening
My dusty collection room in Avignon, early February 2022. Heart slamming against ribs like a trapped animal. Naked, cock half-hard already, surrounded by war relics. Carbines gleam on shelves, sabers hang sharp. But my eyes fix on it: the American WWII anti-tank shell. Tungsten beast. Seventeen centimeters long, seven wide. Smooth, heavy, deadly perfect. Fantasized…