February 09, 2006
I read this post and remembered my days as a student at Armstrong State College. My degree says that I majored in English Literature while I was there, but that's not entirely the truth. I devoted a lot more hours to playing cards in the student center than I did to studying the classics of literature.
One of the fringe benefits to cutting classes in favor of a good card game was the opportunity to get my teeth cleaned a lot. Armstrong taught a Dental Hygenist program with a lot of young wimmen as students. Those darlin' ladies had to recruit
I signed up every time I was asked if the darlin' was half-way good looking. I've been scared shitless of dentists all my life, but I've never had a problem with feminine fingers (or anything else feminine) stuck in my mouth. I sometimes had my teeth cleaned two or three times a week in those days. For FREE, too.
Maybe it's just one of my many perversions, but the act of lying defenseless in a reclining chair while a pretty woman used medeval-looking torture devices to scrape gunk off my teeth always seemed kinda... erotic to me. That may sound sick, but I surely had clean teeth as a result. And I helped those darlin' ladies earn a degree, too.
My only regret was (and still is) that Armstrong didn't offer a course in nekkid full-body massage.
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