I was IMing a male friend of mine and somehow we got on the subject of kegel exercises. He asserted that this is a way women can harness their sexual magnetism—an added beneficial retainer for your lover. Of course the logical question, being that he was a recent con*cough*quest of mine—“How would you rate me in the tightness department on a scale of one to ten?” His response: “Six.” I dejectedly replied, “Eh.” It must have deteriorated from lack of use (*tear*).
Immediately, I Googled the term kegels; no way will I stay a six, psh! I was familiar with kegels and the importance of squeezing the nether region, but not to the full extent. I was quite enlightened by my friend uninhibitedly sharing this information with me. I’m not terribly naive. Perhaps my friend’s motive wasn’t perfectly pure in granting me this knowledge, although it was so sweet of him to offer to be my gauge for accurate testing purposes.
While Googling, I discovered the Kegelmaster 2000, and ordered one promptly. What is a Kegelmaster 2000, you ask? Well, a girl friend of mine asked me that exact question the next day and I brazenly told her, “It’s a workout machine for my slut machine.” We have this running childish joke that I’m a slut, since divulging a certain conviction of mine in a conversation we once had. I assure you, I’m not promiscuous ... nor a prude. I further explained, I was gaining “pussy controooool” (in my best artist formally known as Prince impersonation).” LOL.
So, I’m a six in training to be a ten. However, I must protest, there are four levels on the Kegelmaster apparatus and I started on level three, quickly moving to four after a diligent week—and I rate a 6 down there? Dude, my special-man-friend should have never let his benchmark ten slip away.
