No you can. But not illicitly (ie with anyone but your spouse) nor excessively (ie more often than for reproductive purposes).

I need a smart jugum penis which sends a text when an erection occurs.

Well, I’ve never worn one of these. But Mrs. Footsteps does have an IUD whose application/removal wire dangled a bit too far down the passage, such that it would poke the glans whenever we tried to engage in intercourse. It resulted in acute nociception along with minor penile hemorrhaging.

The ultimate promise ring

It’s so weird that the Victorian era represents sexual repression when the person who the whole thing was names after was practically a nympho. She couldn’t get enough of Prince Albert and his (possible) Prince Albert...so much so that people at the time thought his physical decline might be at least possibly…

I assume that “Crown of Thorns” or “Jesus’s Crown” or “Nepomuk’s Barrel” were too unsexy... And “Iron Gent” was too on the nose

I’m sure there’s someone out there willing to enact your “Se7en” fantasy.

We have a TV show here called “Dings vom Dach” (loosely “something from the attic”) where people can send in objects that have to be at least 30 years old (most are older). Some local celebrities have to guess what these objects are or what they were used for. The old medical stuff is always the best. One time they…

As a Domme, no, hell no, and never would I put that on my fella/sub. No. I would say you should find nicer Dommes.

Eh, once you have a toddler with a hand that can reach crotch level, this is nothing.

And blindness, can’t forget blindness

I don’t have a penis so I don’t know how that would feel. Would that be comfy? Like a little metal hug? Is anyone willing to try one out?

I just hear the theme from Jaws in my head looking at all those metal teeth.

If it wasn’t before, it is now.

Is this like a fetlife thing?

That’s funny, because I grew up next door to the funeral home, which had an apartment above for the mortician, and I loved that place. It has an elevator down to the casket and embalming rooms, and I would climb in and out of caskets all the time. Later, I would babysit for the young mortician and wander around and…

It did not impact my vision that I know of, but I could never wear contact lenses because of the scarring. I had a lasik procedure done way back at the end of the 90s so that solved that problem. Of course, now I have to wear readers, but still better than wearing glasses full time. And since my mom died 3 years ago,…

It might be just in my head, but I think she’s flirting with me....

I’m amazed I didn’t do this to myself when I was a dumbass stoner in high school.