Yowza!

I think I have a soap fetish. I went a little nuts recently at one of those foo-foo body bath stores and came home with a bag of sweet, fresh-smelling goodies. I immediately jumped in the shower to give them a go. The first thing I tried was the "Ginger Verbena Body Polish" and Oh. My. God. When I got out of the shower I was tingling from head to toe. For the next 45 minutes I felt like I had a York Peppermint Patty in my vagina. Radiating waves of minty sensations tantilized me. All I could do was lay on the couch and moan with pleasure.

My boyfriend thought I was having an aneurism and was about to call for an ambulance until I breathlessly explained what was happening. Out of curiousity, he went to the bathroom and retrieved the Ginger Verbena. "You mean this stuff right here?" He asked, holding up the jar. I leapt off the couch and snatched it out of his hands. "You are NOT to touch this! You understand me? It's mine!" I have my boundaries, people, and the Ginger Verbena Body Polish is where I draw the line.