I bet that it's a plastic tag-loop leftover thing on a pillow-case or near your husband's schlong.
I've heard of a somewhat similar affliction that mainly affects teenage boys, but papercut-like wounds would suggest that they're just flat out doing it wrong.
My daughter had what we're pretty sure was a fungal infection during which there were deep cracks on the palms of her hands, but I don't believe she ever had any on her fingers.
Life is not a matter of having good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.
- Robert Louis Stevenson
I bet that it's a plastic tag-loop leftover thing on a pillow-case or near your husband's schlong.
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"
is schlong the technical term?
"more you is like extra bacon with my food" - my bay <3
beautiful
yeah you are
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Or it could be the best way the body knows on how to release some toxin?
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Oops, never mind. Wrong thread. Lol
SW 150+
GW 125-ish
CW 120-ish
F/34/5'3"
Bloodletting curse.
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
I paw at and grab and rub and bump on my wife all night- sometimes I wake up mid-coitus, fumbling around with only half my brain while asleep- if the hubby has new PJ pants or boxers or something, maybe he is moving your hand and it's nicking those irritating plastic hangers-ons. I think an external, foreign object is a more likely explanation than a geometric bio-chemical reaction limited to one tiny spot on your body nowhere near any glands or organs or anything.
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"