femalia

so he started playing the water over my legs and then directly on my . . . femalia, and I held my lips open so that he could see my inner wishbone

And the very next page of ‘Femalia’ offered her a more practical answer. Food fads, swore the copy, this time built around a broad sporting the narrowest of bras, didn’t help any. What you needed was a spot reducer, guaranteed to milk you clean of all your unwanted fat.

We of the male persuasion can usually understand Femalia, the native tongue of my favorite sex

Yes sir! Here it is! The dope on the latest epidemic of femalia (or femania or what you will) that has swept this section of the building