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.
I used to think they should build airplanes out of black boxes, because the black boxes always survive a crash. But...they really oughta build aircraft fuselage’s out of vaginas. Those things can take a pounding...!
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.
Venus, the little piece of Heaven on earth, that saves the lives of millions of women every year. Venus, the real thing that makes women indispensible. Men can hire maids and cooks and bookkeepers too, so they made it illegal to hire anything to screw. It's a woman's world. They own half the money and sit on all the good stuff, and they are still live pissed off most of the time. They are too jealous of what they have to have a little fun every day. Most live in fear someone may have some fun and they wouldnt get paid for it.
Although, I’ve had to cath old ladies in the ER many times over the years...and those vaginas look like a hedgehog that’s been squashed in the road by an 18-wheeler.
I plugged a skank in Utah back in my post divorce days. When I went to the bathroom and ripped the condom off, the fumes stung my nostrils for the first time. When I got done gagging I looked down at the little feller and issued a teary apology.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
Although, I’ve had to cath old ladies in the ER many times over the years...and those vaginas look like a hedgehog that’s been squashed in the road by an 18-wheeler.
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.
Although, I’ve had to cath old ladies in the ER many times over the years...and those vaginas look like a hedgehog that’s been squashed in the road by an 18-wheeler.
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.
Just because you put it on the table.
Never happens if you are thick enough to plug the puss.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
For such a supposed Christian, you certainly do not show much respect for the women in your life.
Those women have my sympathy, as do you if that is actually the only kind of woman you have ever known.
Perhaps I am fortunate in this, but the women in my life are extremely concerned with the happiness of those around them. Often to the point of sacrifice which might be beyond the point of (what I consider) wisdom.
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.
Just because you put it on the table.
Never happens if you are thick enough to plug the puss.
Although, I’ve had to cath old ladies in the ER many times over the years...and those vaginas look like a hedgehog that’s been squashed in the road by an 18-wheeler.
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.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
For such a supposed Christian, you certainly do not show much respect for the women in your life.
Those women have my sympathy, as do you if that is actually the only kind of woman you have ever known.
Perhaps I am fortunate in this, but the women in my life are extremely concerned with the happiness of those around them. Often to the point of sacrifice which might be beyond the point of (what I consider) wisdom.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
For such a supposed Christian, you certainly do not show much respect for the women in your life.
Those women have my sympathy, as do you if that is actually the only kind of woman you have ever known.
Perhaps I am fortunate in this, but the women in my life are extremely concerned with the happiness of those around them. Often to the point of sacrifice which might be beyond the point of (what I consider) wisdom.
I must be doing something wrong. I have to make my own damn sandwiches.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
For such a supposed Christian, you certainly do not show much respect for the women in your life.
Those women hiave my sympathy, as do you if that is actually the only kind of woman you have ever known.
Perhaps I am fortunate in this, but the women in my life are extremely concerned with the happiness of those around them. Often to the point of sacrifice which might be beyond the point of (what I consider) wisdom.
I must be doing something wrong. I have to make my own damn sandwiches.
If you knew how to properly prepare the taco you wouldn’t have to make your own sandwiches...
My Uncle told me they should make tires out of them because you can never wear one out (and Im still trying). Only problem is they would be pretty slick in the rain.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
For such a supposed Christian, you certainly do not show much respect for the women in your life.
Those women hiave my sympathy, as do you if that is actually the only kind of woman you have ever known.
Perhaps I am fortunate in this, but the women in my life are extremely concerned with the happiness of those around them. Often to the point of sacrifice which might be beyond the point of (what I consider) wisdom.
I must be doing something wrong. I have to make my own damn sandwiches.
If you knew how to properly prepare the taco you wouldn’t have to make your own sandwiches...
Wifey is off Tuesday’s. Stopped by the house today for lunch and an afternoon delight. Check and check.
Best tang I ever had was 22 years old and attached to a cute blonde entomologist.
No shortage of poon in my life, but haven’t lost the craze for it yet. I’m a faithful husband. No harm in looking, but damn it’s distracting sometimes.
A good looking woman could have fun every day, if they werent so worried about getting something besides enjoyment. They want the enjoyment and tangible goods for a screw, just to know they didnt get screwed.
A man will go out of his way to give a woman a happy day, while a woman is only concern is what will make her happy.
How many good looking women you see going around with a smile on their face?
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.
I think what you are trying to convey in your quaint manner is that they all look like a field of roses with dew upon every petal....and after you have been there they look like a bulldog eating porridge.
Paul, I agree with your assessment. The two smallest women I was ever with (5’, 90 lbs each) both had twats that were so loose it felt like fugking a pail of warm water.
I used to work 12 hour days pouring industrial concrete.
I worked for Brown and Root pouring concrete in an industrial construction project. Some of our pours were over 10 feet deep. You haven't worked until you have run an 80 pound vibrator while balancing on rebar for a couple hours.
Paul, I agree with your assessment. The two smallest women I was ever with (5’, 90 lbs each) both had twats that were so loose it felt like fugking a pail of warm water.
Weird the way that they still got the job done though huh?
I used to work 12 hour days pouring industrial concrete.
I worked for Brown and Root pouring concrete in an industrial construction project. Some of our pours were over 10 feet deep. You haven't worked until you have run an 80 pound vibrator while balancing on rebar for a couple hours.
I used to work 12 hour days pouring industrial concrete.
I worked for Brown and Root pouring concrete in an industrial construction project. Some of our pours were over 10 feet deep. You haven't worked until you have run an 80 pound vibrator while balancing on rebar for a couple hours.
Asked my wife once, back when we were dating, if she had a certificate of responsibility for that thing as it's killed more men than just about anything in history!
Little boy and girl playing out in the sandbox, little boy stands up and shows the little girl his penis asking if she had one of them too. Little girl stands up and looks, doesn't see anything and runs into her house crying. Little while later, the little girl comes out of her house skipping and smiling. The little boy asks her why she's so happy? The little girl pulls down her pants and shows the little boy her vagina and tells him that her mommy told her with one of these, she can have all the penises she wants!
Here's to the breezes that blows through the treezes That lifts the skirts above little girls kneezes Reveals the spot that pleases and teases and causes diseases, Oh be Jesus what a snatch, Down the hatch
Here's to women bless their kind, they bloom every month , they bear every 9 .... they are the only creature this side of hell. .....that can get juice out of a nut without cracking the shell !
Evnin gang!, if women didn't have em NOBODY would hang around with em, true???? Even around other women they play games, & talk behind others back. Nope if they didn't have em, would you hang with em???? Not likely. There'd make great tires though, x cept no drag racing, peeU. Bill out🐾👣🐾👣🇨🇦
Evnin gang!, if women didn't have em NOBODY would hang around with em, true???? Even around other women they play games, & talk behind others back. Nope if they didn't have em, would you hang with em???? Not likely. There'd make great tires though, x cept no drag racing, peeU. Bill out🐾👣🐾👣🇨🇦
I've never had the problems with women that so many on here seem to.
As we transition to the near east, do they become angular?
Sorry guys but the gals from that part of the world dont have slanted ones. I know for a fact as many years ago I had a gal 1/2 Vietnamese 1/2 Chinese, very pretty, but just a normal one (lucky it didnt look like an Arbys overstuffed pastrami sandwich).
However it they were slanted or maybe even horizontal that would be nice because when she spread her legs it would get tighter.....right?
*****THE CREATION OF A PUSSY***** Seven wise men with knowledge so fine, created a pussy to their design. First was a butcher, with smart wit, using a knife, he gave it a slit, Second was a carpenter, strong and bold, with a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole, Third was a tailor, tall and thin, by using red velvet, then lined it within, Fourth was a hunter, short and stout, with a piece of fox fur, he lined it without, Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell, threw in a fish, and gave it a smell, Sixth was a preacher, holy as can be, he touched it and blessed it, and said it could pee, Last was a biker, nasty little runt, he sucked it and [bleep] it, and called it a c_nt.
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.
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.......
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".
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
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.
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.
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.
Lol
Some of the best I’ve ever had was from a 42 yr old nurse with no kids. Damn that was tight.
get that woman a product that produces proper ph balance..... Replens or Rephresh are 2 examples.
of course, extreme fishiness is often due to Trichomas vaginalis which would require a prescription for Flagyl (metronidazole) for both patient and partner. with this, there is usually a discharge that is greyish or dark and smelly (not patchy and white and non-aromatic....this is a yeast infection)
vaginas are slightly acidic. Semen is alkaline. when women have sex multiple times each day it can cause the ph to change and cause an odor which is not an std, but a ph problem. other things can cause a ph imbalance also. Those 2 products can solve this issue.
My buddy was having coffee at a Dairy Queen with his wifes 90 year grandfather, Harold, and his friends.
The waitresses came over to refill their coffee's and asked 90 year old Harold if he got anything for Christmas. Harold said, "I got a new shirt and some pussy... but they were both too big."
My friend said he almost fell on the floor and said those old guys were no different from the rest of us, sitting around giving each other crap and cutting up.
Yes, I had a grizzled old BMW mechanic say to me once, while he rebuilt my clutch out there in Utah, "If it weren't for the p**** men would hunt them down with baseball bats."
Buddy of mine told me his wife has him doing all sorts of things if he wants sex .....I told him to just give up......... you can whip something that fights on its back
Here's to women bless their kind, they bloom every month they bear every nine, they're the only creature this side of hell , that can get juice out of a nut without cracking a shell
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 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.
An example of an insecure pussy talking about tainted meat he's encountered. Wholly predictable.....
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.
How have you not learned about the 2 finger check? You start making out and stick a couple fingers in there first and get the clit on tilt first. Then while she is kissing your neck or you go to suck a tit. You just run the 2 fingers by your nose. She never knows and you know if you’re cleared to go down town or the 2 finger check comes back negatory.
On edit: if you eat and enjoy sardines disregard. The 2 finger check will always pass, not necessary
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.
Who revives these old threads anyway? Paul......sounds like your girl may have left a potato up in there to rot.
I plugged a skank in Utah back in my post divorce days. When I went to the bathroom and ripped the condom off, the fumes stung my nostrils for the first time. When I got done gagging I looked down at the little feller and issued a teary apology.
Roll her over! Sounds like you were playin’ the back nine?
I plugged a skank in Utah back in my post divorce days. When I went to the bathroom and ripped the condom off, the fumes stung my nostrils for the first time. When I got done gagging I looked down at the little feller and issued a teary apology.
Roll her over! Sounds like you were playin’ the back nine?
I plugged a skank in Utah back in my post divorce days. When I went to the bathroom and ripped the condom off, the fumes stung my nostrils for the first time. When I got done gagging I looked down at the little feller and issued a teary apology.
Roll her over! Sounds like you were playin’ the back nine?
Im not reading through 26 pages to see if this has been posted or not, if it has, you get to enjoy it twice. "A man spends 9 months trying to get out of one and the rest of his life trying to get back in!"
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.
You missed your calling. You should be writing steamy paperback lust tomes.
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.
Wifey is off Tuesday’s. Stopped by the house today for lunch and an afternoon delight. Check and check.
Best tang I ever had was 22 years old and attached to a cute blonde entomologist.
No shortage of poon in my life, but haven’t lost the craze for it yet. I’m a faithful husband. No harm in looking, but damn it’s distracting sometimes.
Lucky you, when I was at Texas Tech majoring in Entomology females were scarce and those that did looked like middle aged Russian women wrestlers. Then all of a sudden in the 80's they were everywhere. Hey, that little lass happen to be a mosquito specialist from A&M?
Ive seen innies, Ive seen outties, and all types in between. Regardless of what they look like starting out, when you get done with them they should all look like a bulldog eating mayonnaise!
Ive seen innies, Ive seen outties, and all types in between. Regardless of what they look like starting out, when you get done with them they should all look like a bulldog eating mayonnaise!
I have tried them from Vietnam to Mexico. Very similar. Round-eyes are best. Just a few years ago had two 39-40ish followed by a young 49 year-old. It's all pink on the inside.
Now that I am married (again), must try to act my age. You can guess that by the first entry .......
AIRBORNE!
______________________________ BidenGate & Obama-Soros: All that room in Leavenworth Indict now, Brandon. Hunter learned that at home!
FYI Tits with zits , blackheads and such . Wide 3M electrical tape or narrow for creases , wipe oily surface dry , apply tape to area careful to make full skin contact and yank . Look at surface of sticky side and it will be lined with little white spurs sticking up . Repeat with fresh tape until you deem tits lickable.
Also works well for gals with those lovely whiteheads around butt cheeks and poontang . Little effort goes a long ways . 😎 Kenneth
Ive seen innies, Ive seen outties, and all types in between. Regardless of what they look like starting out, when you get done with them they should all look like a bulldog eating mayonnaise!
Originally Posted by Kenneth66
FYI Tits with zits , blackheads and such . Wide 3M electrical tape or narrow for creases , wipe oily surface dry , apply tape to area careful to make full skin contact and yank . Look at surface of sticky side and it will be lined with little white spurs sticking up . Repeat with fresh tape until you deem tits lickable.
Also works well for gals with those lovely whiteheads around butt cheeks and poontang . Little effort goes a long ways . 😎 Kenneth
Ive seen innies, Ive seen outties, and all types in between. Regardless of what they look like starting out, when you get done with them they should all look like a bulldog eating mayonnaise!
Originally Posted by Kenneth66
FYI Tits with zits , blackheads and such . Wide 3M electrical tape or narrow for creases , wipe oily surface dry , apply tape to area careful to make full skin contact and yank . Look at surface of sticky side and it will be lined with little white spurs sticking up . Repeat with fresh tape until you deem tits lickable.
Also works well for gals with those lovely whiteheads around butt cheeks and poontang . Little effort goes a long ways . 😎 Kenneth
Talk about a buzz kill, lol.
LMAO! I don't look at mine as a buzzkill, quite the contrary in fact! If you leave them looking like that, chances are pretty good you will have gave them a better time than they have ever had before! The downside to that, which Ive already posted, is that they will follow you home! " You cant break up with me! After everything we have done together!" My response: "don't give me that [bleep], YOU enjoyed it as much or MORE than I did!"
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.
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