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I to was a f~~~ing liar . Remember bragging to your mate’s about eating pussy and how you loved it . I did beleave myself . F~~~ bro i loved eating her pussy and all the conversations you would have with ya mate’s . Lets be honest here NO F~~~ING PUSSY TASTED GOOD . A pizza tastes good , steak tastes good , a bitter beer tastes good but in reality i feel like i have conned myself for most of my life by beleaving a bitter smelly c~~~ was like a f~~~ing top shelf dish . Like i use to stick my tounge deep in the hole . I cant beleave i had chicks sit on my face . The taste of pussy is f~~~ed . What was us pussy lickers ever thinking .
THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .
Anonymous22I never enjoyed that. It was always an uncomfortable moment when the woman expected me to do that.
And the smell of fish definitely doesn’t help.
Anonymous11Every once in a blue moon you’ll find an eatable pussy that does not have a massive overwhelming tuna boat stench which is why I’ve never liked it. It’s kind of like I have zero cavities at age 50 yet other guys my age have rotted teeth. There’s something about our unique body chemistries that encourage certain bacteria over others.
I sure as hell would not do it now as HPV is much more rampant these days.
Thats why you use some minty lube. Only thing is I didn’t know s~~~ like that existed yonks ago when I subjected myself to such horror lol. Neither would it of made a difference to the fish market/sour/musty/greasy f~~~ing smell/taste. Hehehehe. Pussies are minging.
“To all you lady lurkers I’ve addressed before”
Very few women keep themselves clean down there. This could be blamed on not having a detachable head to bury between their legs….. except for the fact that a few Do keep themselves clean.
Thorough shower followed by soapy soapy soapy soapy bath, with ALL folds of roast beef being THOROUGHLY finger cleaned maybe? Then repeat. (head and shoulders and crotch)
All I know is that “some don’t stank” and I suspect that TIMELY (seconds before the date) cleaning helps.
Wash a car vs. detail a car. Wash a stankbox vs detail a stankbox."It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."
Lol.
Anonymous0“Once you get past the smell, you’ve got it licked”. Some guy in high school.
The longer you don’t do it, the grosser it sounds and the memory of the smell remains.
#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.
One of my favorite activities sadly now banned from my existence. Perhaps I am one of the lucky ones here with mostly long term females who kept it clean and knew what they would get if it was. No doubts a clean one smells better than anything else. It’s biology, I didn’t think this up. I am attracted to it. It is now a hazardous waste zone for most of them.
“Once you get past the smell, you’ve got it licked”. Some guy in high school.
Quoted below for your edu-tain-mant. Published previously in New Rave magazine, The Probe magazine, and the Atomic Books catalog….
The Distinguished Gentleman’s Guide to Vaginal Odor
When I’m not huffing spray paint from paper bags or negotiating peace in the Middle East, my thoughts often turn to women. And how they smell. And then I don’t feel like eating dinner.
In my day I’ve smelled fishy c~~~s, skunky c~~~s, yeasty c~~~s, p~~~y c~~~s, sweaty c~~~s…too many c~~~s, probably. I’ve inhaled membrane-withering lungfuls of toxic t~~~fumes from vaginas that looked like rats dipped in Vaseline. I’ve borne witness to a stomach-pumping surfeit of swollen, bloody, scabby, mucus-spewing snatches. Too much oozing, malodorous c~~~ caviar, too many hairy hornet’s nests of chickstink.
And yet the self-appointed voices of reason assure me that “once you get past the smell, you’ve got it licked.” How the f~~~ do you get past the smell?
Although the estrus-crazed arbiters of politeness would have us believe it’s only a misogynistic myth, the existence of rank-smelling females seems to be a staple of all cultures’ folklore. Most world religions-and rightly so-espouse some notion of women as “unclean.” When angered, a foul-mouthed Chinaman is likely to yelp, “Tiu nia ma chow hai!” (“F~~~ your mom’s smelly c~~~!”) at anyone within earshot of his eggroll stand. Reflecting the same sort of vaginal ageism, the French have observed, “Les conasses des femmes âgeé avez une odeur mauvaise.” (“Old ladies’ c~~~s stink.”)
And though it’s not considered polite conversation amid mixed company, most of us are aware of the distasteful folkloric scuttlebutt surrounding repugnant vaginal aromas. As a child, you most likely heard the cruel schoolyard jibes about “hot tuna.” You’ve probably also groaned at the juvenile proverb which states that there are two things in this world that smell like fish, one of them being fish. You may have even encountered the puerile poem about the “seven wise men” who created the vagina: “Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell/He threw in a fish and gave it a smell.” Even pudendal pseudonyms such as “the bearded oyster” hint at some level of olfactory displeasure.
From what I’ve been told, some men actually like the smell. Some men enjoy watching their corn-kerneled s~~~ swirl down the toilet, too. Some men drink beer and get prostatitis. Some men like having their scrotal sacs nailed to sheetrock – what’s your point?
Ooh, that smell. The first thing you’re likely to sniff in this wretched life is a deep, sobbing lungful of your mother’s afterbirth, yet that memory is usually too distant and traumatic to ever have a hope of salvaging. But after one passes the Age of Reason, you aren’t likely to forget the full-frontal face-slap of a rancid pussy, even after extensive psychotherapy. And, if you’re like me, your first indelible whiff of it came via an older friend’s manual digit in the eternal tradition of “Hey, man, smell my finger.”
The older friend’s name was Mike. His girlfriend’s name was Carol. We all wore denim pants and denim jackets. Under a cold nighttime sky set aglow by an aggressively white moon, I sat atop a small concrete wall, waiting for Mike to kiss Carol goodnight. It took a while. He must have rounded first base and headed for third, for after bidding Carol adieu, Mike proudly marched over to me and held his f~~~-you finger an inch under my nostrils. Carol’s afterstench was a heady, almost inebriating snoutful of urine and sea bass. It was there, on that concrete wall, where I concluded that a woman’s vagina could be a place wherein considerable evil dwelt.
Not many years later, in a gesture of male nobility, I was able to proffer my own finger to a younger friend, encouraging him to nasally sample the mucosal femalia from a calamari-redolent Italian girl I’d diddled an hour or so earlier. I had indulged in “heavy petting” with the hairy-lipped wop lass outside her parents’ house in West Philly, dropped her off, and drove deep out into the suburbs-and then took a quick dip in my friend’s backyard pool-before I let him smell my finger. And yet it stank. Strongly.
But perhaps the worst pussy I ever had the displeasure of smelling was attached to an alarmingly overweight woman of Dutch extraction with whom I shacked up during a period when my self-esteem was dangerously low. Once you got past the rolls and rolls of stretchmarked hog fat, there lay her bedraggled pussy, crowned with a sparse reddish thorn bush. Her c~~~ looked like a fat slice of ham swimming in white gravy. Her crotch was a boiling fumarole of noxious emissions, a stinking puddle of snatch-slop. Her discharges were colored a sickly silver, with the gloppy consistency of herring sauce. The smells which emerged from between her bloated, floppy legs ranged from rotted onion to burnt crab to odors which were so fetid, I must force myself to stop thinking of them lest I scream.
But I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.
It’s not my intent to have you believe that ALL women stink.
As a cabdriver in Philadelphia, I was once flagged down by a hulking negress, a dead ringer for Shirley Hemphill, who instructed me to drive her to a nearby mental hospital. She then pulled a sopping-wet twenty-dollar bill from her African vagina and handed it to me. Upon later inspection, I was relieved to discover that the soaking greenback offered absolutely no smell. It was as if the woman’s vaginal flora had actually laundered the item of currency.
No, I’ve encountered clean c~~~s before. In fact, I’m married to one.
Almost a decade ago, the skanky pussies disappeared into my nightmares like the cheap ’50s B-movie monsters they were. I met a woman of Hebraic ancestry whose nether regions bore no stomach-souring smells. I promptly wed her. Ten years of fish-free connubial bliss. Our secret to a successful marriage? No vaginal odor. Her c~~~ smells about the same as my wrist-not at all. She was born with the Unscented brand of pussy. The li’l Jewgirl’s got good bacteria. I’m blessed.
But, being the civic-minded feller I am, I started to worry about the other pussies-the less-fortunate ones. What about them? Why do some gals stink, while others remain odor–free–free, indeed, to laugh, to love, to cuddle? Why do roses bloom in some fields, while manure festers in others? And finally, what in the name of the Homo Jesus Clown are the biological mechanisms behind vaginal malodor?
I’m a man who sees a problem with America–a man who wants to fix it.
My purpose isn’t to offend the few clean-smelling women out there with the crude suggestion that EVERY vagina in the USA gushes with foul, gelatinous, swordfishlike discharges.
Only far too many of them.
I do feel, way down in my nose hairs, that this country faces a C~~~ Crisis: Our streets are littered with good girls-honest girls-walking around smelling like octopii. Vaginal odor ruins romance and fosters much distrust between the sexes. Few things dampen an amorous male’s affection more than the rank, odiferous stench of a woman who has degraded herself through poor hygienic practices. Many bright, well-meaning gals have seen their love lives dashed to pieces because their genitals’ pungency suggested unhealthful habits and debauchery. Can these women be saved? Sure, but first they must be scrubbed. And disinfected. And schooled in methods of blunting their natural offensiveness.
To understand vaginal odor, you must first understand the vagina itself. The foul truth is that every woman carries a potential stink-bomb between her legs. There’s a whole science-fair project going on in there, a wild kingdom of aquatic bacilli. Mucus oozes from her pussy walls like dirty water being squeezed from a floor mop. Her normal secretions serve to cleanse those sugar walls in the same way that saliva keeps one’s mouth from becoming overrun with the slime of half-chewed pretzels. In a normal, happy vagina, certain “good guy” microorganisms such as the lactobacillus bacteria create an acidic pH balance which thwarts the growth of more sinister, odor-causing germs.
Candida albicans, more commonly known as vaginal yeast fungus, exists in small enclaves in every vagina. But once a pussy’s pH balance is thrown off-kilter, yeast fungi may explode in number, causing thick, whitish, cottage-cheesy discharges to flow from its labia like thousands of miniature t~~~ biscuits. An effulgent yeast infection, which is estimated to strike an estimated three of every four women at least once in their lifetimes, may smell vaguely like baking bread. When the yeast cells begin to die en masse, they release a molecular compound known as mercaptan, which has been targeted as the culprit behind the smells of dead flesh, poo-poo, and skunks. Mercaptan has also been described as smelling somewhat like burnt rubber. So if it looks like cottage cheese and smells like a car crash, yeast may be to blame.
The legendary fish odor may be a symptom of a syndrome known as bacterial vaginosis (BV), especially if the smell seems particularly tart directly following intercourse. As with yeast infections, BV is a sign that renegade germs have overthrown the vagina’s normal bacterial balance. Microscopic critters such as gardnerella vaginalis, thought to exist in a quarter to half of all human vaginas, come to prominence at the expense of more benign bacteria. These bad-boy microorganisms secrete waste materials which irritate the vaginal walls and yield discharges redolent of rotting trout heads. BV can be tamed through prescription topical gels.
Another root cause of feminine fishiness is single-celled monster known as trichomonas (or “trich”), a highly contagious protozoan which infests upwards of three million c~~~s yearly via toilet seats, towels, and sexual intercourse. One medical text describes trich as giving rise to a “yellow/green frothy discharge,” accompanied by burning, itching, and the unmistakable air of seafood. As with BV, a little dab of the proper antimicrobial paste will slay the dreaded trich dragon and prevent one’s pussy from being eaten alive.
Of course, foul-smelling vaginal discharges could be the symptom of something far worse. Chlamydia (or “the clam”) is often accompanied by vulvular rankness, as is gonorrhea. In a worst-case scenario, your lover’s malodorous muff may signal the immunodeficiency breakdown associated with AIDS. Mangia!
Then again, it could be something as simple as the fact that the slob doesn’t wash very often. Some pasty amalgam of p~~~, feces, crotch sweat, fermented sperm, and menstrual waste could be causing the erection-killing fumes which destroy true intimacy. A little time spent Sudsing the Beaver couldn’t hurt much.
Which brings us to the douche. Our society does not lack for douchebags. A woman can select from an array of vulva-scalding products-sprays, creams, pastes, potions, lotions, jellies, foams, and herbal extracts-all designed to blunt this, the cruelest of nature’s jokes.
But as usual, nature has the last laugh. Not only does douching effect a genocide of undesirable bacteria, it also eliminates the good-guy germs which maintain a proper floral balance within the vagina, hastening yet more intra-pussy bacterial anarchy.
The pinnacle of douche ignorance is exemplified in a 1941 magazine ad for liquid Lysol. Over the course of four illustrated panels, the ad describes “how a young wife overcame the ‘one neglect’ that wrecks so many marriages.” After another blowout argument with her hubby, the ad’s feminine protagonist sobbingly visits her sister-in-law, who delicately explains, “You may be the guilty one, Sis. Often a husband’s love grows cold just because a wife is careless-or ignorant-about feminine hygiene. It’s one neglect few husbands can forgive.” She then describes how her own doctor prescribed liquid Lysol “for intimate personal care.” Taking her sister-in-law’s earnest advice, the distraught heroine squirts an indeterminate amount of liquid Lysol up her gash and returns home, where her husband is waiting with flowers. The ad further states that “thousands of modern women rely on ‘Lysol’ for feminine hygiene.” It is impossible to determine how many c~~~s were cauterized by such wrongheaded medical advice.
So tell her to put away the oven cleaners. Instead, gently suggest that she funnel a truckload of yogurt with live cultures into her gaping black hole. A fresh infusion of yogurt’s acidophilus bacteria will replenish the healthful bacteria she’ll need to fight the good fight against embarrassing odors. Vinegar or cranberry-juice douches are also recommended as sane ways to restore order between her legs. For yeast infections, a garlic clove wrapped in cheesecloth and rammed up the snatch may do the trick, as may a tampon dipped in a three-percent solution of potassium sorbate. And as mentioned earlier, doctor-prescribed topical creams can prevent the invisible fishies from ever swimming upstream again.
Do flies buzz around your paramour’s pudenda? Does her quim make you queasy? If you’re nauseated with all the flounder-flavored c~~~-puke which flows from her hole like so much Girl Lava, it’s your sacred obligation as a boyfriend to tell her about it. Should couples engage in frank discussions about pussy smell? Indeed. You can’t blame a gal for smelling that way–only for not taking care of it. As her lover, you bear equal responsibility in assuring that she presents a clean, fresh-faced pussy to the world. It’s your duty to offer gentle persuasion and softly muttered suggestions. And if the bitch doesn’t clean up her act, you should abandon her like the mud-wallowing sow she is.
Perhaps Rome fell not because it threw so many orgies, but because it didn’t clean up afterward. A woman’s gash should be her highest treasure, but all too often it is her shame. A lady’s cum-bucket can either be a gleaming tabernacle or a reeking Port-A-Potty. It all comes down to proper bacterial management. Sex should be something wonderful, not a test of one’s endurance in germ warfare. The vaginas of America’s women MUST be cleansed. If a nation cannot control the stink of its women, that nation is surely doomed to perish.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.F~~~ me a novel haha.
I’ve inhaled membrane-withering lungfuls of toxic t~~~fumes from vaginas that looked like rats dipped in Vaseline
Hahahhahahaa
Sounds like a pretty good way to get cancer.
A MGTOW is a man who is not a woman's bitch!
Anonymous42I love eating pussy! —(ALF)
I eat pussy only from 2 different women. One was absolutely disgusting, it was salty and smelly. It made me puke afterwards even tho it was just a lick (first time ever – i thought that was normal and all other has a smelly c~~~)
Second one was my ex gfs pussy that I gladly eat few times. Pussy was always clean, shaved, smelt nice and was ‘tasty’. But everything else was pretty much rotten with her owner.
There was also couple of different women but I have never tasted hookers pussy and im not intending to change that. ever.
So for me its 50/50 as far as nice/disgusting pussies go.
It is becoming clear that many if not most throat cancers are caused by going down on woman who have the human papilloma virus.
The human papilloma virus is well known to cause cervical cancer and it is very common. Studies or vaginal washings have shown that 80% of women will get HPV at some time in their lives. It is said to be the most common STD.
When inhaling it or licking it, it get’s made into an aerosol and this can infect the mouth, throat and lungs of he who goes down.
There has been rapidly increasing evidence that it is the same HPV virus that causes most head, neck and lung cancers.
Even the famous actor Micheal Douglas with throat cancer says this in the main stream press:
Michael Douglas revealed the cause of his throat cancer was not smoking and drinking – as he previously believed — but instead by performing oral sex.
The 68-year-old actor was incredibly honest in an interview with The Guardian, explaining that he learned his cancer was caused by the human papillomavirus (HPV).
“Without wanting to get too specific, this particular cancer is caused by HPV, which actually comes about from (giving a woman oral sex),” he said.
#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.
Even the famous actor Micheal Douglas with throat cancer says this in the main stream press:
Whoah! yes I remember that headline! Well, there you go. Perfect reason never to go down. Cancer prevention.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.Maybe the FDA should require a warning label.
Maybe the FDA should require a warning label.
… and Victoria’s Secret.
Maybe… that’s the secret of why they wrap it in pretty pink packages. “Vagina causes cancer”. Ha ha ha ha ha…. . It’s not just Victoria’s Secret any more.
If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.The first one I had actually wasn’t nasty, no smell, none of that white film s~~~. However once you come across a bad one, it ruins it for life.
And stop spreading false rumors that most men get cancer from eating pussy. Most people who weren’t vaccinated do get HPV at some point in their lives, but it rarely causes cancer in men.
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