My wife and I were having a conversation over dinner, about oral sex of course. (what else do you talk about?)
She asked if I were able to reach it, you know.....self serve.....would I indulge?
I thought about this long and hard, no pun intended, over my fried catfish and scalloped potatoes, and I came to the conclusion (again, no pun intended), that I would not enjoy doing myself....at least not in such an unnatural way. First, I would worry about the long term shape of my spine, knowing my propensity to overdo things, and secondly the attraction of good oral is laying there not doing anything! How could I enjoy it if I'm doing all the work? And, worse, what if I wasn't good at it? That would suck (third no-pun intended).
The last consideration, obviously, is would I be obliged to swallow? I mean, it's only polite but the thought creeped me out, and I went back to my food and tried to wash the mental images of my mom walking in on such a horror out of my head.
Ok, discuss. Who's with me? And, by with me I mean not relishing the thought of self-service, not "with me".
Jeesh, this is getting me all weirded out.