Once upon a time there was a great debate in my life: to spit or to swallow. Now, older, wiser and with a more finely developed gag reflex, the debate is no longer – SPIT it is ! I don’t really know how I ever swallowed the veritable nectar of life that is not water. It’s certainly not the most pleasant of sexual acts to experience. The texture alone! Humans are just not meant to ingest anything that resembles uncooked egg albumen. Or curdy cheese. Little Miss Muffet nothing! Not only does the stuff feel retcherous on the tongue, there is of course, the the flavour to consider. Yes, I too have been privy to such urban myths as drinking pineapple juice and eating celery. However, performing these simple ablutions certainly will not guarantee a sweet swallow – there are myriad other factors to consider before one’s squirt is saccharine. And of all the guys I’ve met, and all aforementioned substance I have swallowed, I can safely bet that men do NOT place that much emphasis or concern on changing their diets to appease potential swallow-ees! At the ripe old age of 3@#$%!, the debate is no longer:
Off to the bathroom I slunk, with a mouthful of warm, curdy spunk.
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