Here’s why I have a problem with some of the more strenuous fetish’s floating around. Not withholding the fact that some of that shit just looks painful, like fisting. That’s just some odd lookin shit. See, I said odd, not wrong, note the difference. Heck, I’m all for two consenting adults doin whatever to each as long as it don’t involve scaring the kids. But folks need to temper some of this shit with a little common sense. Like fuckin on train tracks for the adrenaline rush, sounds cool until the train plows into the both of you and you both show up at heaven’s gate permanently stuck in the reach-around position. Or like this one cat that couldn’t get off without the rush. So he has his wife stick a gun into his groin pretending she’s gonna blow the johnson twins off. His adrenaline jumps and he pops and he’s good to go. But now he figures that if the guns bigger he’ll get off harder so he has the wife stick a shotgun up against his ballsac. She’s doing the Fem Nikita thing, screaming “yeah baby, who’s my bitch now”? When he grabs his cock and shouts, “now baby! Pull the trigger now”! And she pulls the trigger and blows his balls clear to the basement. They forgot to unload the stinkin shotgun! What a dumbass, I’m sorry; I meant what a ball-less dumbass! That’s some fuckin tragic shit. Doctor, Doctor, find my balls, please.