You learn something new every day. Or you should. Last night, the wife and I were necking, and she reached down to my house shorts and found me rampant, and pulled them down just far enough so she could mount me.
We found that the elastic band of my shorts held my balls out, and pushed them into her love crack. Drove us both nuts. Having your balls consumed by a hot, moist pair of nether-lips, well, if we can't fuck in Heaven, I don't wanna go.
And I mentioned condoms. I never use them. I have written on this before. 99% of the time, I get to see the chick frantically fishing out the busted condom from her love canal, as I look down in surprise at what has become a mere cock ring. At least until Magnums came along. Let me tell you, you can pick up some cashier pussy just buying a box of those.
Worried about VD? Don't fuck the filthy bitch/bastard! Duh! Simple. Worried about pregnancy? Just don't fuck! Idiots! I used to ask to see their pill package, and I'd open it to see if they had been taking them.
I used to fuck chicks whose name I didn't even know. This was before Ronald Reagan released AIDS onto an unsuspecting world. If you don't start thinking with your dick/pussy until you get in bed with her/him, you'll do fine. Or you could die. Slut.
I am happily married to the last pussy I'll ever have, and one reason (perhaps the main one?) is that our sex lives previous to marriage were identical, as are our sex drives.
Hello, remember the Prayer of Thanks For Pussy? You do have it on your refrigerator, don't you?
If God gives you a Blessing, and you don't choose to use it, well, don't come cryin to me...