ask for it by name The entire time, the womb worm continues to alternate between thrashing and slithering all around my womb. It’s the most uncomfortable thing in the world, and it won’t fucked stop.“Stop! Stop fucking moving!” I scream, hitting my lower abdomen with the base of my fist over and over until it finally settles down.I really thought I got this fucking thing out of me, I think, bringing my knees back to my breasts then rocking back and forth while I sob. Either I only managed to rip its tail off.Read More
