A catastrophic and vile risk one runs when engaging in anal
sex with an inexperienced pair of cheeks. Whether urban
legend or unfortunate reality, the scene is
set when (for the purposes of illustration we shall assume a man and a woman) a dude finally gets his payoff after months of coaxing his
girlfriend into letting him ride the hershey highway. He does everything right - the candles, the Barry
White, plenty of lube and love... little does he know that individuals unused to getting shot from behind or suffering loose bowels
may (... you see where this is going ...) explosively evacuate. One punch is thrown. The dude then looks down at the genital arena, is overcome with a wave of nausea and repulsion, and proceeds to hurl all over his lover's back. Punch two! Cleanup is rarely a simple matter. Maintaining the relationship, even less so.