I recall a gagging episode where I thought she was going to puke on me. I didn’t have to ask her to stop since she did on her own, but I do remember being overly forceful to remove her from the bed in order to avoid my own puking response in the event that I got horked on.
I had to ask someone to stop because not to do so would have been extremely rude.
See, we had been at the cubs game in the bleachers drinking beer and eating hot dogs all afternoon and we were feeling very amorous when we got back to her apartment.
Unfortunately the beer and dogs conspired to brew up the mother of all farts; I mean this was going to peel the paint off the walls when it detonated and given human anatomy and my dearests face in my crotch I had to explain that although what she was doing was wonderful and though absolutely no fault of her own I had to ask her to stop.
Oh man, that could have gone either way. If you got married then that could have been a pivotal moment to derail the future. If you broke up anyways then it might have been a great story about how you parted your ex’s hair during a blow job!
I wish I could blame autocorrect. But I chose that option after right-clicking-having misspelled it. It’s all on me, not paying attention.
And, SpeedwayRyan, yes, the irony is delicious. You implying I don’t get it, when you don’t get that you have to get a joke to be able to analyze it. Heck, I don’t know if you really get it. Do you understand why you find it funny? There aren’t that many choices:
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[li]Men getting raped is a funny concept.[/li][li]Blow jobs are so good no one would ask you to stop.[/li][li]No one is going to politely ask you to stop raping them.[/li][/ul]
I go with number 3. And I fucking explained why.
It’s a myth that there’s no such thing as a bad BJ. I can remember at least a couple of times in my salad days when I had to ask the girl to stop because her performance, er, sucked.
I’d like to express admiration for the Thread Title/User Name combo.
I used to date a man who didn’t like them, and honestly, he had a pretty good reason why. He’d gotten his first one from a neighbor when he was 5 years old.
I was getting roadhead once on a quiet section of I-95. Unfortunately, I was speeding and saw blue lights coming up behind me. “STOP STOP STOP STOP FUCK KEEP GOING I’LL LIVE WITH THE TICKET OKAY STOP!”