OK, here's an addition to the lonng list of unforced editing errors. Cum, where does it go and how far or high does it fly?
I have no problem with the flying high and far thing, you know what I mean, onto boobs, face, hair, the other side of the living room, etc. But I have trouble understanding how the guy manages to come *into* a sink or toilet, unless perhaps it's the fourth or fifth time in the past two hours.
Just asking.
~ JBB
But I have trouble understanding how the guy manages to come *into* a sink or toilet
I don't think I've ever read anything like that, but maybe we read different stories. In my much(!) younger days, I was always happy when I could jack off and have it fill my navel, with a little sprinkle on my chest.
I don't think I've ever read anything like that, but maybe we read different stories.
Maybe, but I see it every now and then. Saw it this morning in a favorite story, which is what prompted my post. ETA: The story is excellent and this is not a key plot point. It caught my eye for whatever reason.
~ JBB
Um, the exact same way a guy urinates into a toilet or sink, or a bottle or whatever - by taking aim.
And I don't know, it could be highly individual, but after the first energetic part it becomes just oozing... that doesn't fly anywhere or even readily separate and must be dealt with a rag or napkin or hand or whatever...
And being in a bathroom is very convenient then, as you can wash it away.
It's that "first energetic part" (or parts, depending on the storyteller) that would seem to end up elsewhere than the sink or toilet bowl, short of semi-painful downward pointing.
~ JBB
It's part of the whole 'nine-inch-dick' mystique. It's ordinarily used to describe why a guy makes women come so frequently, yet after the first few times, it just becomes a ridiculous game to describe ever more momentous comes.
Personally, I've always preferred the old "they came so hard, they passed out grinning".
It's like an intellectual game of oneupmanship with yourself over erotic filth. Sort of like writing your name in the snow or across someone's face. As it's preferable to writing it in her womb, where it'll be reborn in another nine months. ;)
But then, I was born at a time when kids played numblypeg with switchblade knives (my brother has the scares to prove he didn't flinch when he should have).
I have trouble understanding how the guy manages to come *into* a sink or toilet
Masturbating in the bathroom?
Masturbating in the bathroom?
Well, that would certainly be a threshold hurdle, but you raise a new possibility: he stands in the hall outside the bathroom but in sight of the sink and lets fly. All net.
~ JBB
Actually, if you're sitting on the can, or standing by the sink, it's not that much of a stress, as any twelve-year-old boy or his mother could tell you, from all the stained tiles, sticky toilet paper and tissues.
The same way young boys like to toss a small sliver of paper into the can to 'sink the ship at sea' from high above it.
Girls don't have nearly the fun spraying the room with urine on a regular basis.
Actually, if you're sitting on the can, or standing by the sink, it's not that much of a stress, as any twelve-year-old boy or his mother could tell you, from all the stained tiles, sticky toilet paper and tissues
If you can successfully come into the sink or toilet there shouldn't be any stained tiles, right? Just saying.
~ JBB