gal I'm dating now queefs a bit during the bang session. difficult not to break out laughing.
Originally Posted by PaulBarnard
You know, for a forum full of men, these things aren't often mentioned. I don't know that there is a more fascinating organ on the human body. Sure, my junk can go from looking like the love child of a Vienna Sausage and an accordion with a purple acorn stuck on the end, to a formidable battering ram of manhood in seconds with the right grade of midget porn, but the vagina is simply more fascinating.
They come in a bewildering variety of shapes, sizes and flavors. I used to date a lawyer who had one that tasted like pecan pie. Others more closely resembled road kill. And the thing about size, is it often has nothing to do with the size of the host female. I had a pretty big gal one time. I was so afraid I'd fall in that I left my life jacket on. She was so tight I lost my love snot in scarcely a few strokes. I had another one who was 4'11". I just knew I was going to knock the bottom out of that thing. I felt like a clapper in a ship's bell.
The fullness and folds are as unique as a fingerprint. Ain't no two of 'em the same for sure. And what the hell is up with the clits? Some of them are big as a baby's dick and other ones not much more than a zit. I used to work 12 hour days pouring industrial concrete. That effort pales in comparison to what it has taken to make some happy. Others took not much more than a wink to have them coughing up the quim syrup while the host was invoking the name of the good lord. They can blast a baby out one week then the next week clamp a penis tight enough to please it.
Men have fought and died over them. Fortunes have been sacrificed on account of them. Minds have been lost over them.
They rate more discussion than they get here. It'd be better than hearing the blather of another Creedtard.
Had one lil gal wore a size 0-1 as an adult, perfectly proportioned and skin smooth, flawless & taut. Tighter than a squirrels ear 🤷🏻♂️
She’d do anything for me, but that smell brotha, that smell 😢
I'm pretty certain when we sing our anthem and mention the land of the free, the original intent didn't mean cell phones, food stamps and birth control.
Spent a drunk college evening getting to know a young lady better. Schit was ripe, but at that point I really didn’t care. Had to work the next day in the field. Super hot summertime, hung over, and dehydrated. I’d work for a while, and puke for a while, and work, and puke. After a little bit one of the guys I was working with was laughing and asked what my problem was. All I could really tell him is I got into some gamey puzzy and I couldn’t get it washed off. I’d get a whiff and and it was time to see what I ate recently. Wasn’t as bad the second time around, though.
Moosemike, mornin. I don't have those problems anymore either! I married my wife who isn't like that at all, only took 36 years to find her. I know there is good women out there, just got to look around some. Have a good day!!!! Bill out. 🐾👣🇨🇦
Looking back, someone mentioned before that fat girls, grow fat inside the puzzy as well.
Now it makes sense! The bigger girls did seem to feel better. I was never smart enough to put 2 and 2 together.
Same for the 110 Lbs feeling loose.
I have been enlightened on this thread.
It’s ok to gets some from a fat gurl, but your friends best not see you with her!!!
It's like shooting a Taurus.... works the same way as say a Smith or Colt, accomplishes the same, feels the same............ you just can't tell your buddies about it.......
"...A man's rights rest in three boxes: the ballot box, the jury box and the cartridge box..." Frederick Douglass, 1867
There was an old Countess of Brae, Though you may doubt it, I'll say, Despite her high station, Rank and education, She always spelled qunt with a "K".
There is nothing made by man, which cannot be broken by woman.
Spent a drunk college evening getting to know a young lady better. Schit was ripe, but at that point I really didn’t care. Had to work the next day in the field. Super hot summertime, hung over, and dehydrated. I’d work for a while, and puke for a while, and work, and puke. After a little bit one of the guys I was working with was laughing and asked what my problem was. All I could really tell him is I got into some gamey puzzy and I couldn’t get it washed off. I’d get a whiff and and it was time to see what I ate recently. Wasn’t as bad the second time around, though.
HaHa
This reminds me of one night me and a buddy picked up a couple chicks and went drinking. We took them back to his place. The next morning he comes out of his room white as sheet and looks at me in horror. I ask him WTF is wrong with you???
He then starts puking uncontrollably. Between vomit sessions, he finally got out that he woke up with a bloody maxi-pad stuck to his leg and he was a bloody mess.
The worst part was he couldn't even shower because he was running late for Guard Duty. lmao
The deer hunter does not notice the mountains
"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve" - Isoroku Yamamoto
There sure are a lot of America haters that want to live here...
Looking back, someone mentioned before that fat girls, grow fat inside the puzzy as well.
Now it makes sense! The bigger girls did seem to feel better. I was never smart enough to put 2 and 2 together.
Same for the 110 Lbs feeling loose.
I have been enlightened on this thread.
It’s ok to gets some from a fat gurl, but your friends best not see you with her!!!
It's like shooting a Taurus.... works the same way as say a Smith or Colt, accomplishes the same, feels the same............ you just can't tell your buddies about it.......
We used to say it was like riding a moped. It’s kinda fun, you just don’t want your buddies to know you enjoyed it.
So, any of you fellas ever have an "Identical twin" situation? Either both at once, or one as a girlfriend and then doing business with the sister?
I was wondering, after seeing these two, if the vajayjays are "identical"?
My wife probably wouldn't like it if I volunteered for a "science" experiment with a cute set of twins.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
The last woman on the campfire has just vacated the building.
Birds need watchin'.
Bicycles need ridin'.
You'll note I didn't even bring queefs to the table in the OP. That's just another fascinating feature. Some of them seem much more queefy than others. I have listened to shorter Gregorian chants than some of the rambling multisyllabic queefs I have laid witness to.
I went home with a gal from a bar one night, bitch was smokin' hot. I was already stripped down and she was blowin' me, when I got down to pullin' them panties off, you have never smelled such a stench in your life. I told her I had forgot my condom in my truck, I just pulled my jeans on, left my socks, shirt, underwear, shoes, hat, every damn thing, got in my truck and hauled ass.
I went home with a gal from a bar one night, bitch was smokin' hot. I was already stripped down and she was blowin' me, when I got down to pullin' them panties off, you have never smelled such a stench in your life. I told her I had forgot my condom in my truck, I just pulled my jeans on, left my socks, shirt, underwear, shoes, hat, every damn thing, got in my truck and hauled ass.
paul, what % were able to get themselves off just by riding on top, vs needing some sort of clitoral monkeying?
monkeying is fun.
you got something against monkeying?
Even them monkeying around is fun
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The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
