There is a story l have been watching for a suitable thread to relay it with.This thread seems to be the ticket.......
I was dutifully replacing all the drain pipe under our kitchen sink. The back door was just a few steps away, providing a quick, and unnoticeable exit to our garage where l could select the most appropriate and efficient sizes of pipe to complete my mission.
There seemed to be a growing enclave of select friends of my wife appearing out front. I paid no mind to this. Focused soley on completion of the task at hand. Ever mindful of the consequences of even a hint of failure to secure the drain in the centerpiece of activity in our household.
From the sounds of conversation, l estimated this gathering a good six or eight ladies. Their volume increased with each trip to the refrigerator for more alcoholic beverages.
Their conversation became more risque as well. Discussion of the noticeable forensics gathered by this band of natural investigators regarding the effects of various male partners' ejaculations.
I bumped my head severely upon deciphering this amongst the wild giggles and laughter.
They got into a thorough, scientific, discussion on velocity of the "Shot", viscosity of the seminal fluid, the temperature of said fluid, and obviously the quantity of discharge.
Hearing this, l wondered which of them would bring up the "Taste" of said fluid. I needn't worry. My Beloved interjected the taste derived from yours truly was perfect!....Not too sweet....Not too salty......Viscosity level...Pleasing,
I've been to three different county fairs, two state fairs, and a decent sampling of "Gentlemen's Clubs" on the North American Continent....and l thought l heard and seen everything.
Not even close. These Gals were just as ornery, or more so, than any bunch of sailors l'd imbibed with.
My Lover and l experimented with cock rings......Purely on the scientific effects you know.
She deduced not only the increased velocity of "The Shot" measured, but the temperature was very much noteable. Even being delivered deep within the womb.
One lady remarked she had to have some sort of chaser nearby. She got more specific in that some lover's semen went down better with certain liqueurs such as peach-flavored Brandy, Peppermint Schnapps, Cointreau, and Kahlua.
Another Lady spoke up for good, straight Bourbon. ...Which was immediately followed with votes for Scotch or good Canadian Whiskey.
I had to forse myself to focus on the drain pipes and not run in saying, "But what about a case being made for chilled Champagne?"
My admiration for the forensic, investigative talents of our fairer sex grew substantially.
One intrepid investigator broached the subject of circumcision's effects on taste. Listing actual names of male depositors.
The numbers of subjects included in their life-long study also began to cum in........"I imagine l have swallowed between 40 or 50,......the rest l let dribble down my chin and onto my breasts".
I would have given anything to record this conversation.
There was one juicy tidbit delivered about The Love of My Life.....
The previous summer, "The Girls" christened a Hot Tub newly installed on a screened-in back patio of one of the high-ranking, life-long, members of the clique.
Some of you in the peanut gallery may remember me stating l took over Mingue, or Pubic Maintenance, early in My Lover's and mine relationship. I crafted heart shapes (In honour of Our Patron Saint of Coifed Pubes, Marilyn Chambers), Diamond Shapes, 2, 3, and 4 inch wide Landing Strips, Racing Stripes, traditional pyramids, inverted pyramids, as well as the quintessential bikini triangle.
lnitially, My Lover only shared this knowledge with a select few. I understand the Hot Tub Christening was waitered by the Lucky Husband of the Lady of the House, and he kept the margaritas coming that day. The secret came out and the faithful present demanded to see the current design.
Numerous margaritas obliterated her modesty. She stood in the Hot Tub and removed her bikini bottoms.
To answer some of their playful teasing l swore l was a licensed Professional, dedicated to my art. (I did say to select Milfs l did have openings in my appointment book)........(I believe some were truly considering giving me a try)
Now those in the peanut gallery here might wonder if the sole male present at the Hot Tub Christening, the Lady of the House's Husband, got a look at my wife's beautifully detailed Mingue ?
There was a rumor circulating the night of a Halloween Party My Beloved and l hosted, the Husband concerned and my very sensual Temptress were rudely interrupted in our Master Bedroom Bathroom by failing to lock the door. Rumor had it my Temptress was on her knees and actively fellating the 6 ft, 8 in, tall dink of a man when his wife entered without knocking.
I was unable to confirm this accusation. The couple in question had previously discussed introducing My Wife and l at some "Private Clubs" they thought we would enjoy. Apparently, the wife in question had her appetite wane for such clubs while the Husband's enthusiasm never suffered. They divorced a couple months later.
I always believed the wife in question and l shared a spark of electricity.
Never heard who got custody of the Hot Tub.
,
I was dutifully replacing all the drain pipe under our kitchen sink. The back door was just a few steps away, providing a quick, and unnoticeable exit to our garage where l could select the most appropriate and efficient sizes of pipe to complete my mission.
There seemed to be a growing enclave of select friends of my wife appearing out front. I paid no mind to this. Focused soley on completion of the task at hand. Ever mindful of the consequences of even a hint of failure to secure the drain in the centerpiece of activity in our household.
From the sounds of conversation, l estimated this gathering a good six or eight ladies. Their volume increased with each trip to the refrigerator for more alcoholic beverages.
Their conversation became more risque as well. Discussion of the noticeable forensics gathered by this band of natural investigators regarding the effects of various male partners' ejaculations.
I bumped my head severely upon deciphering this amongst the wild giggles and laughter.
They got into a thorough, scientific, discussion on velocity of the "Shot", viscosity of the seminal fluid, the temperature of said fluid, and obviously the quantity of discharge.
Hearing this, l wondered which of them would bring up the "Taste" of said fluid. I needn't worry. My Beloved interjected the taste derived from yours truly was perfect!....Not too sweet....Not too salty......Viscosity level...Pleasing,
I've been to three different county fairs, two state fairs, and a decent sampling of "Gentlemen's Clubs" on the North American Continent....and l thought l heard and seen everything.
Not even close. These Gals were just as ornery, or more so, than any bunch of sailors l'd imbibed with.
My Lover and l experimented with cock rings......Purely on the scientific effects you know.
She deduced not only the increased velocity of "The Shot" measured, but the temperature was very much noteable. Even being delivered deep within the womb.
One lady remarked she had to have some sort of chaser nearby. She got more specific in that some lover's semen went down better with certain liqueurs such as peach-flavored Brandy, Peppermint Schnapps, Cointreau, and Kahlua.
Another Lady spoke up for good, straight Bourbon. ...Which was immediately followed with votes for Scotch or good Canadian Whiskey.
I had to forse myself to focus on the drain pipes and not run in saying, "But what about a case being made for chilled Champagne?"
My admiration for the forensic, investigative talents of our fairer sex grew substantially.
One intrepid investigator broached the subject of circumcision's effects on taste. Listing actual names of male depositors.
The numbers of subjects included in their life-long study also began to cum in........"I imagine l have swallowed between 40 or 50,......the rest l let dribble down my chin and onto my breasts".
I would have given anything to record this conversation.
There was one juicy tidbit delivered about The Love of My Life.....
The previous summer, "The Girls" christened a Hot Tub newly installed on a screened-in back patio of one of the high-ranking, life-long, members of the clique.
Some of you in the peanut gallery may remember me stating l took over Mingue, or Pubic Maintenance, early in My Lover's and mine relationship. I crafted heart shapes (In honour of Our Patron Saint of Coifed Pubes, Marilyn Chambers), Diamond Shapes, 2, 3, and 4 inch wide Landing Strips, Racing Stripes, traditional pyramids, inverted pyramids, as well as the quintessential bikini triangle.
lnitially, My Lover only shared this knowledge with a select few. I understand the Hot Tub Christening was waitered by the Lucky Husband of the Lady of the House, and he kept the margaritas coming that day. The secret came out and the faithful present demanded to see the current design.
Numerous margaritas obliterated her modesty. She stood in the Hot Tub and removed her bikini bottoms.
To answer some of their playful teasing l swore l was a licensed Professional, dedicated to my art. (I did say to select Milfs l did have openings in my appointment book)........(I believe some were truly considering giving me a try)
Now those in the peanut gallery here might wonder if the sole male present at the Hot Tub Christening, the Lady of the House's Husband, got a look at my wife's beautifully detailed Mingue ?
There was a rumor circulating the night of a Halloween Party My Beloved and l hosted, the Husband concerned and my very sensual Temptress were rudely interrupted in our Master Bedroom Bathroom by failing to lock the door. Rumor had it my Temptress was on her knees and actively fellating the 6 ft, 8 in, tall dink of a man when his wife entered without knocking.
I was unable to confirm this accusation. The couple in question had previously discussed introducing My Wife and l at some "Private Clubs" they thought we would enjoy. Apparently, the wife in question had her appetite wane for such clubs while the Husband's enthusiasm never suffered. They divorced a couple months later.
I always believed the wife in question and l shared a spark of electricity.
Never heard who got custody of the Hot Tub.
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