Ish is my hero.

Because they're fucking rude.

Don't know, I must have gone out with the wrong ladies. I lead a very sheltered life. *sigh*.

In highschool, my girlfriend at the time was doing a little fondling and such and then tried to get me to taste some of my own "situation" we'll call it. She put it up to my mouth and my lips were closed tighter than a child molesters ass on the way to his first prison shower.

Something about it is just kinda gross to me. But, the reverse is strangely arousing. I think it should be the same for women. They should like it. haha.

Poor Chow...

Yeah, poor Chow

i remember having this discussion in high school japanese class, for some reason. (well, it was either before or after class.) the girl in our conversation couldn't believe that me and the other guy had never done it, like it was some huge deal that i'd never tasted my come in eleventh grade.

and then i used to live with a guy who liked being force-fed come. i think that was when i pretty much established that it wasn't in the cards for me. as i said, though, i have no qualms with kissing a girl after oral, but i try to make sure she's not keeping it stashed in her cheek like a squirrel.

sure, why not.

It depends how much I trust her. There was this one girl that I wouldn't have put past to give it back to me, but other than her, I probably would have.

BTW, I don't double-standard. I won't kiss her on the mouth afterwards unless she says it's alright.

.............. not saying a goddamn thing

i like to share.

It was never really thing, but then I had a girlfriend who was incredibly turned on by it. I could never figure that out, seems like it's just inviting eye damage to me, and I was constantly worried about my aim. Now swallowing: that's hot.

As for the original question, count me in the no-snowballing-but-no-scope category.

yeah, i already admitted to that way earlier in this thread... what's your point?

[Setting: Jerry's apartment]

(Sandra runs out of Jerry's room, hastily putting on her jacket. Jerry follow, buttoning his shirt)

SANDRA: (Offended) I can't believe you said that!

JERRY: What?!

SANDRA: (Buttoning her jacket) How could you say something like that to me?!

JERRY: What? What?! You were the one who was talking dirty. I was just trying to keep up!

SANDRA: That was a weird thing to say.

JERRY: Why? It didn't mean anything. I was just trying to join in so you wouldn't feel embarrassed.

SANDRA: Ohh, I think you're really sick.

JERRY: (Getting slightly offended) I'm not sick. (Pointing at her) You - you said much sicker things than me.

SANDRA: I'm leaving. (Moves toward the door. Jerry blocks her path)

JERRY: I really think you're making too much of this.

SANDRA: (Attempting to get past him) Excuse me. (They both move to the door)

JERRY: Let me walk you to a cab.

SANDRA: (Opens the door) That's ok.

JERRY: I mean, the main thing is that this is just between us, and that'll be the end of it.

SANDRA: Oh, really? (Quickly walks out)

JERRY: (Calling after her) I mean, people - they're not interested in things like this. They don't want to hear about it. They really don't.

(Scene ends)

Who moi?

Gee, Beaver, I don't know. I think that everyone needs to have the ol' jhizbang in their mouth, at least once... Just to find out what it's like, and all.