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I hooked up with a chick out west when I was doing a cross country motorcycle tour. She was okay in the looks department. She seemed to have nice tatas. That was a good enough starting point. As is often the case with my luck, things went awry from there. I got her in the bed. A dim light from the lamp shone lightly on her. The top came off. The jeans came off, then she unfurled her tits. They rather favored a softball in a tube sock. She eagerly tore her panties off, revealing what looked like a Komondor in a leg lock.

I wasn't sure where I would find the inspiration to proceed, so I thought part the sea of matted steel wool and do a little tongue dance on her love button. Surprisingly, she guided me away. I don't know what I did to rise to the occasion, maybe I fantasized about masturbating, but much like I did in my drunken college days, I found a way to lift my spirits. I gave it a good pounding for a while then went to the bathroom to clean up. As I dragged the rubber off my hapless member, a waft of raunch the likes of which hadn't stung my nostrils since I ran over the dead, bloated dog in a rented 3 cylinder Renault schidtbox in Martinique on a hot summer day.

I wept. I don't know if it was from extreme sorrow for what I had done to my little friend, or from the OC like character of her tunnel of putrifaction, but tears flowed from my eyes. In the midst of both the sorrow and horror of that moment, I found an overwhelming sense of gratitude that she had guided me away from going down.

I could almost smell it.🤢

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.

Unfortunately bro I have fallen into this trap too many times......

lololol

You know the difference between a clit and a Bud Lite.....a clit just taste like piss for a few seconds...😜🍺

i always kinda wondered why Tiger Woods preferred white ladies over the black ladies ?

Hey Paul, them bastids BTDT