Hooks For Hands II: Electric Boogaloo

I was delighted last week to get my first reader from Iraq. I don't wish to generalise, but I hadn't ever thought I'd get much reach there. Nevertheless, happy to have you, and I hope you're well!

I was slightly less delighted when I discovered they'd found me through my romantic poem, Hooks for Hands.

Now, if anywhere in the world has a prevalence for this kind of thing, it is the Middle East. My concern became: why exactly were they looking this up?

My hope is that they didn't stumble across Mental Ramblings in the hope of finding guidance or advice, either already having hooks for hands or perhaps considering taking the plunge.

A plunger would make them a bit Dalek-like, though, which brings its own connotations.

Eminently safer than a hook there if you're wanting to pleasure a partner, though.

Anyway this prompted the whatsapp convo above and in turn the greatest business idea since the mail order dildo plan in Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels.

Grindr look out, here I come!

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