Centerfolds On Sex: Angela Little
August, 2002
No, it was terrible. He was my boyfriend of two years. In retrospect, he had a cocktail weenie, but I thought at the time it was gargantuan--this big, ugly thing coming at me. I thought it would never go inside me. We tried and tried, but it just didn't fit. I mean, we needed a shoehorn. After two or three attempts it finally worked. But it still wasn't fun--I guess because we didn't know what we were doing. It really wasn't on my agenda. I was having too much fun being a cheerleader. I was real...
