.' followed by whatever it is you with to be considered normal. There are no limits, this gives you the power to control reality itself with mere word....”‘Why are you giving me this power?’ My thoughts seemed tiny in the all-encompassing nothingness that was this place. How did I speak anyway? I don’t have a mouth so, whatever, this was probably a dream anyway. And if it wasn't, this kind of power would basically make me a god, with my actions having no consequences and my words controlling. She is very open-minded and enjoys anal sex more than a little bit, but I was a bit shy of talking about prolapses with her. I was not really afraid that she’d think I had become too much of a pervert, but, still, I thought she would find it too far-fetched and difficult to achieve to consider trying it.sex-anal---prolapseI was also wondering myself how a girl can learn to perform such a feat and if it is dangerous to do it. So, I browsed over the internet to learn more. At first, most of the. ‘Get out of here and get away from me! God, you make me sick!’ ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ Buddy demanded. Something snapped inside him. ‘Look, bitch, you’re gonna give me what I want!’ His face contorted with anger, he started toward her. Trish tried to get by Buddy, but he grabbed her in a powerful embrace and tried to kiss her again. ‘Buddy! No!’ Trish protested. She struggled to get out of his grip and turned her face aside so his lips wouldn’t contact hers. What was wrong with. But, it was a one day offer. If I rang, well OK, but if I didn't then all bets were off and she would keep her clothes on and not do it at all.Well, to say I broke all records getting there would not be true. In fact I was very careful. All I needed was a speeding ticket or a minor shunt on the way to the local whore house. Try explaining that one away. All the way there I suffered from anticipation that she would change her mind, and bottle it. At the same time I had a hard on at the thought.