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snipelfritz wrote:College class, we go to see a play, chick gets super drunk, makes out with me, doesn't remember, acts like I'm a creep for trying to hook up later. Crazy. bitches.

Seriously though, am I the only guy who actually enjoys eating pussy?

unownunown wrote:once every like month and a half (if i'm not pregnant) my uterine lining starts shedding and comes out of my vagina. shit's insane!

snipelfritz wrote:I have yet to run into this in real life, but I cant wait for the day. Gotta love it when things get nice and juicy.

Dammit. This thread's giving me a bonner.

unownunown wrote:once every like month and a half (if i'm not pregnant) my uterine lining starts shedding and comes out of my vagina. shit's insane!

deadspin wrote:It's college in the late 1980s, and I'm at some party in Santa Cruz where I went to school. I'm at a party where somehow I end up chatting with this impossibly sexy girl - hair down the length of her back, insane body and decidedly NOT a hippy like most of the population in Santa Cruz.

She says, "Let's go back to my place - I don't have a roommate." Excellent news, I think, so we make our way to her place - no idea how, I think we were both pretty smashed at this point - and quickly jump in bed. At some point, her top is off and I see that she has a tattoo on her shoulder blade of a rose with either a knife or a skull next to it, I can't remember — this was back when having a tattoo was rare, sort of dangerous and definitely sexy.

The room is also littered with canvases and she says something about being a painter and probably more, it's sort of cloudy at this point. I am a wee bit intimidated by her tattoo and her sexual confidence, just enough to be completely thrown off my game when she pulls a full stop to what is going on and says, "WHAT DO YOU DO?" For a while, I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just ignored her and tried to keep things going, but she kept stopping me and asking that same question: "WHAT DO YOU DO?" Finally I asked her to clarify, and she says, "Like ... aside from school, and drinking with your friends, what do you DO? Like ... what do you CREATE?"

As it turned out, I was writing a lot at the time as well as taking a drawing class I loved, but none of this came to mind. I stammered, thought more about how much I'd like to be having sex with Rose, and said, "I...don't know. Stuff?" She looked at me and said, "I can't be with someone who isn't an artist." At that point, I started mentioning writing and whatnot but even though it was true, I'm sure it both sounded fake and like an excuse and mostly sounded pretty desperate, which it was. I did spend the night and I think we made out a little bit more but nothing else. Later, my friend dated her for a few years and 20 years later still says she was the best sex he ever had. Oh, and he wasn't an artist in any way, shape or form, unless selling weed is somehow an art form I'm not aware of. Frigging art.

snipelfritz wrote:I squirt every time I have an orgasm.

Fuzz_Pi wrote:

snipelfritz wrote:I squirt every time I have an orgasm.