For THE DIET ISSUE our stylist Kathi Kauder transformed the shape of banana stickers to fashionable accessories. Additionally, Gintare Parulyte told her story of a very unique kind of banana shock.
Read the entire story and find the beauty photo series after the jump.
Generally speaking, the main purpose of consuming food consists of overcoming
the uncomfortable and distracting sensation of hunger, calming hormonal cravings
for chocolate, and curing hangovers with a serious intake of junk. Yet one shouldn’t
forget the possibility of some types of food used as pleasure enhancers in the sex
department. During my first appointment at my gynecologist, at the innocent age of
13, she urged me to beware the dangers of bananas.
It turned out that a girl my age had read an article in a sex education column that
mentioned a series of foods one could use to obtain orgasms including, of course,
the multiple uses of bananas. Used to consuming bananas in their peeled from, the
girl peeled her purchased green banana, hoping that it being unripe would prevent
it from breaking, and began her mission under her warm and naive teenage bed
sheets. The entry of this exotic fruit into her innocent yet curious vagina was smooth
and felt good.
Yet once she attempted to give it a series of a pleasure-inducing
movements, she was forced to notice that the movement inside her greedy vagina
didn’t correspond with the exterior movement she made on the trunk. Yes, the
banana broke. She ran to the bathroom, lay on the cold tiles in front of the vertical
bathroom mirror and tried to spread her skinny legs as much as she could. Spreading
her legs was not something she had trained up to then. She inserted her fingers
into her genitals and tried to empty the tunnel. To her surprise and relief, she soon
felt the mission accomplished. However, the following days revealed a constantly
stronger odour of riper and riper banana coming from down under. One day the aroma
was so ripe, making her shame and panic so great, that she audaciously called
her gynecologist, begging to save her without judgment. After thanking the doctor
for elegantly cleaning her mess, she asked her to prevent more girls from possible
banana shocks by spreading her story as anonymously as possible, which she did,
amongst others, to the young me. Thank you, dear banana girl, for sharing your story,
although indirectly. I am sure you saved many vaginas from ripe disasters.