Stuck

I like to back myself onto this ornate curtain rod that I wedge into my recliner. I guess it is kind of like fucking myself. I like the feel of all the big bumpy ridges that the end of the rod has. somehow when I moved to a new apartment the curtain rod got lost and I really missed my fun. It took me a long time to get one that was even kind of like that one but I finally found one that I thought would work when I saw it at a yard sale. What I didn't pay attention to was a little hook in between two of the ornate ridges. I wedged it into the recliner and slowly backed on to it and started my rocking. It felt wonderful until I tried to move forward to get it out of me. It caught and I couldn't get it out . I went backward again hoping to get it unhooked and it went in deeper and caught again. I was stuck on it and I couldn't reach back far enough with my hands to do anything to get it out. I saw my cell on the table and I needed to get it but I couldn't think of anyone to call that I wouldn't be ashamed if they came to help me. After a long time I heard someone at the door. I had no choice but to tell them to come through the back door. It was my uncle. He went home and got some kind of power saw to cut off the curtain rod and then he took me to the emergency room. The thing he said that I remember most was "Maybe your vagina was made for boys and not curtain rods. Boys don't have hooks on their dicks.

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