For the last couple of years I’ve been in a bit of a relationship dry spell; really it’s more like the Sahara desert of dry spells. And today that dry spell was unexpectedly broken – by a Samoyed named Farouk.
Unfortunately I was wearing a summer dress – a completely inappropriate barrier for the eager snout of this breathing cotton ball. He went under and didn’t want to come out. Vagina, meet Farouk’s snout. So I guess I can put the Samoyed on my list of conquests. Joy!