What do women taste like?

Now I know why I love the men on this board…

JoltSucker

Two words: sixty nine

This is what my husband said:

Escuze me? This is what my husband should have said:

Hmph. Say it with me, folks: Guest room.

“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”

GUEST ROOM!!!

The word “couch” has a nice rooolllll on the tongue

“If it taste like fish eat all you wish.
If it taste like cologne, leave it alone!”

Words to live by, if it smells like something other than natural juices, then she is hiding something and knows it!

Delicious. Were it not for the fact that my mouth and tongue get tired after a while, I could stay down there for hours.

Come to think of it, I have spent an awful lot of time kissing the lotus – part of an ex-GF’s birthday celebration one year was innocent request over dinner that she pick a number. The number was 25. Can you guess what I translated that number into? Enough of my bragging, though.

I wouldn’t want food with that flavor, but it’s still one of my favorite tastes and I’ll never get tired of it. Or wouldn’t, if I had a steady supply. sigh

My memory tells me the taste is salty and a bit sour/acidic, and mostly experienced in the front of the mouth.


–Da Cap’n
“Playin’ solitaire 'til dawn
With a deck of fifty-one.”

It’s nectar of the Gods… Like fresh honey that the most discernable bee would envy… Like a soft dew on the tender petals of uncut roses… Like a fine wine licked off the heaving breasts of your lover…

Those who do not go down are missing the best stuff in life. Nothing beats kneeling in worship at the alter of my lovers sex and the feeling of knees clamping down about the temples, as my lover’s body writhes in orgasmic fits of ecstasy.

It’s better than any feeling I have ever known.


Yer pal,
Satan

The above post is once again proof that Drain Bead is one of the luckiest women on earth. :slight_smile:


“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!”

  • Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.

Why must the best ones always be taken???

My SO is also taken, although he does sometimes complain about the hair issue. But fuck 'im, I am not shaving down there anymore, that is too big a pain to keep up.


“I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.” --Whitman

wellll, falcon, if it were a contest, i’d say they were all neck & neck—except neobican, of course, who is in shit so deep he may never come up for fresh air . . .

Problem with hair?

You should floss after every meal!

This topic isn’t going the way I thought it would. First, reads like most of the guys here don’t have any tastebuds on their tongue. On their penis perhaps.

Or perhaps, ‘I don’t notice the taste cause Im too excited about that blow job im going to get later for doing this…’

It’s all just & well that you like to do this but perhaps try some more, maybe with a few partners, then come back & write about it. Now that you are thinking about it, you’ll notice.

Handy, I have gone down on well over 20 different women. What do you want?.. a critique of each and every one?


The most rewarding part was when I got my money!
-Dr. Nick Riviera

I love the taste of a woman. I can’t describe it exactly, the words that come to mind are Great, Terrific, Wonderful. Not very descriptive.

But, Handy, when I am going down on a woman, the pleasure is not the blowjob I may get later. It is purely the ectasy that I can feel that I am giving her. You get from giving.

And I happen to love the taste, especially when the juices are really flowing. There is NO soap that’s better than the taste of the real thing. I love it just the way it is.

yaknow, handy, i would guess there are as many slight differences & similarities in women’s taste as men’s. i think the point most of these guys are making is that you like going down or you don’t. sounds like you don’t.

you asking the question or campaigning for your opinion?

Are you familar with the phrase “What crawed up your ass and died?”, I knew a very pretty/sexy/clean girl whose pussy looked fabulous but smelled like a open sewer! I didn’t dare TASTE it, so I can’t really say what it tasted like (but it felt like a velvet glove!)

Good pussy truely taste sweet, not sweet like a candy bar, but sweet like a very fine wine! Fine aroma, bold taste, not to tart! It dosen’t taste like any food, it taste like a woman. God meant for man to like this taste and only provided on women, or else we would have pussy flavored lollipops!

Delicately articulated there, JimB. I would rather prolong my moment of bliss, and let her just enjoy herself…for hours. On more than one evening, I’ve come home very late from a shoot, showered, and awakened her solely with my mouth. She enjoys the hell out of me, and goes to SLEEP again.
I sleep with great love, and joy, and the most delicious taste on my tongue. Works for me. It’s not some freaking scorecard, where she owes me oral sex because two nights ago, I brought her to a few orgasms. Please…it’s the journey, not the conclusion anyway.
And, as for wine sipped lightly from your lovers breasts? Hear, Hear ! Try melting milk chocolate one day, on your fingertips, then tracing lines…well, never mind.

Cartooniverse


If you want to kiss the sky, you’d better learn how to kneel.

Topic:

Geez, lick one and find out!

And Satan, watch it. Your last post was Serlinesque.


I used to rock and roll all night and party every day. Then it was every other day. Now I’m lucky if I can find a half an hour a week in which to get funky.

I surely agree with what you have been saying Cartooniverse. Several times I have brought my lady through the orgasms that lead to the final one that drains her body of all her bones. Then hold her close and drift off to sleep, feeling that I’ve had as much as she has.

And have you ever hated to wash your face because you could cup your hands over your mouth and nose and inhale deeply and smell that smell. Oooo, that smell, that smell the surrounds you. Ooops, I drifted off there for a second.