Nipple sucking- yes, me too.
A few weeks ago I ejaculated from the couch to all over the coffee table and soaked the bath towel I was on.
I’m female in case that wasn’t evident.
Uh… my tonsils and adenoids were removed when I was pretty young, around age four or so, and I’ve rarely had vomit come anywhere near my nasal cavity… the only times I can remember it happening where when it was mostly liquid and happened before I realized I was even about to get sick.
Even then, it’s probably only happened a half dozen times and I get sick pretty often.
Here’s some off the top of my head:
- I was circumcised at age 25.
- I sometimes shave my own back if my wife is too busy to do it for me. I use clippers to trim the rest of my body. I use tweezers to pluck nose hairs at least once a month. And I shave my ears.
- A friend of mine was notorious for hugging people when he was drunk. He was just happy to see his friends, but it got annoying since he was always sweating and smelling like beer. Somehow he always seemed to spill beer on himself early in the night. One time, I went to a club and he was there. He saw me and came up and hugged me hard. The collision was such that it dislodged a piece of earwax in my ear. I felt it loosen and fall from my ear. I felt it hit my shoulder. I looked to my right to see it rolling off my shoulder into, you guessed it, his drink. I didn’t have the heart to tell him, or the money to replace his drink. So I just told my other friends about happened and we still laugh about it.
Well I can’t stop crying. I cry once a day at least. It’s been going on since summer when I broke up for good with the most evil person ever born to woman. And I have not had sex since that time and sometimes when I masturbate I think about cigarettes because I quit smoking about 8 months ago and I guess deep down psychologically it is less painful to miss cigarettes than it is to miss human contact. I’m not even sure. Some kind of wire is crossed. It’s also possible that it’s the smoking I miss and not the evil person. All I know is I will wake up before the alarm all excited about a dream where someone was smoking and I will sort of still be able to smell imaginary cigarette smoke and it’s amazing. I know this guy who looks like Horatio Sanz from SNL, and he smokes, and sometimes I fantasize about fucking him while he smokes, or that he is forcing me to smoke, and sometimes I fantasize that I am forcing someone else to smoke, or else I just fantasize about buying a pack of menthols and taking it to the garbage area, and I can’t even really go on describing that because it gets me really aroused. I think if I could start smoking again, I could stop crying. But the other part thinks that if I start smoking again, then all that crying was for nothing. Complicated. I don’t talk to anyone about it because it’s TMI. Everyone I know is either a non-smoker, or a male, so no one will understand.
I also have dandruff and I can’t get rid of it no matter what I do.
Wow, That’s what that thing is! Thanks for diagnosing my own pilonidal cyst. Mine just drains a clear fluid occasionally but has been infected before. I never knew what it was and it was slightly disconcerting as I thought it was draining spinal fluid or something (It’s directly on my coccyx.). I showed my Doctor (Uhh…doc would you look at this thing on my ass!) but he said it’d be alright and never even told me what it was. Maybe I should get a new doctor.
There is an upside to this. It seems I am one of the slightly luckier 50% with the hairless variety of pilonidal cyst.
three testicles.
bike accident.
I found out the hard way last night that chili peppers and sex do not mix. My husband got home last night at the usual time and and I made some aloo masala. I asked him to chop up the chilis because they always burn my hands, bad enough that if the juice is on there long enough my fingers will blister. So, my husband was kind enough to do it for me. After dinner, we started fooling around when I felt a curious burning in a very sensitive spot. At first I thought “Dammit. I must have to pee. I hate that.” I decided to ignore it. But it got worse and worse until finally I couldn’t ignore it - it just hurt too much. Eventually, while we were still kissing and I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, the cause of the burning dawned on me. I pulled my husband’s head down, gave him a great big wet kiss and whispered, “Did you remember to wash your hands after you chopped up those chilis?” He whispered back, “I don’t remember, but probably not.” It took a while, but comprehension dawned, and he said a choked, “Oh, God, I’m sorry!” It took me a while to stop laughing and tell him it was ok, but I didn’t think I’d be up for sex for the rest of the evening. I think the hilarity that ensued was more than worth the pain the chilis caused. It still burns a little, and my husband has been intermittently yelling “Great coochies of fire!” ever since.
The moral of the story? Always wash your hands before sex, and get your partner to wash his/hers, too. You never know where those hands have been.
I once had a drink with ground up human bones in it.
pegging
Wow. You all are amazing. All I’ve got is a little hemmorhoid. And I, too, am a TP-checker.
Lucky! Every time I vomit, the stuff comes out my nose in addition to my mouth.
It sucks.
My boyfriend makes Indian food regularly and we, too, have had one of those nights. Even when he washes his hands, some of the oils from some of those spices just don’t come off. It sucks to be super horny, all ready to go, and have your crotch on fire.
Not only do I pee in my shower, but I pee in my girlfriend’s shower too. She’d kill me if she knew.
Having sex with a butt plug inserted make me come faster than Lassie when Timmy calls.
I have blackheads in the abdominal scar I’ve had since surgery in 1971! Had 'em on my penis when I was younger, but haven’t seen them lately as I’ve been masterbating like a mother fuck in a hotel room.
foxymoron]I use a sea sponge instead of tampons.
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:eek:My pupils rarely match. The right one responds to bright light very slowly or not at all.
Also, I don’t often post to a thread with over 70 posts in it.
Last night, I looked at a double-penetration porn video that my friend bought me and I masturbated and came about 20-25 times. (I’m a girl, btw.) It was really fun 
Wait…we don’t all poop-check?
I’m greatly grossed out by my own poop, to the edge of a phobia. I won’t look at it once it’s in the toilet, and I close the lid when I flush so I don’t have to.
No one else’s bothers me like this.
I gotta admit that I find watching double penetration videos incredibly arousing. I don’t know why- I’m not that into the concept of anal sex (it in itself is not sexy/arousing to me) but two guys doubleteaming one girl…:eek:
Yeah, you guys, who doesn’t look at the TP? If you don’t, how on earth can you tell when you’re done wiping? I admit to never having given it much thought; I figured everybody wiped until there was no more color on the TP! So, some of you don"t?