(01-07-2016 10:51 PM)Carrot Kid Wrote:  Bravo. Tossing salad has finally gone mainstream. When I read the title of this thread, I grinned.

I remember as an older teen, I met a eating booty legend. He would sit us guys down tell us that we weren't men until we licked some ass. He proceeded to explain how he would make sure her ass was clean even adding a few swipes with an alcohol pad to as he would day: "make sure that Thang was clean".

We thought he was the grossest dude ever.

Fast forward to current times, I realize that I was a boy and a boy just couldn't understand the words of a man. I wish I could run into him to let him him know, how much I appreciate him. How much he educated me and made me the booty eating loving man I am today.

I was on instagram the other day and saw a page called gymculo (check it out). The man in me said, give me some safeguard or dial soap and I'd lick every ass on there.

Gentleman, eat, drink and be merry while eating some booty. Clean booty.

(12-23-2015 08:07 PM)Windom Earle Wrote:  

I did not anticipate posting in this thread, but here I am, guilty as charged.

I had a date lined up last Friday evening, post work Christmas lunch. Quite a few drinks were consumed, however I pulled myself together, making the executive decision to sober up a few hours prior to the date.

I took her to my local swanky cocktail bar, regaling her in my half drunken random stories whilst she sipped on an exotic looking cocktail in a salt-rimmed (ah, I know why I just said rimmed) martini glass; contents unknown, for I had merely asked the bartender - "make me something 'female friendly'”.

This 22 year old Vietnamese stunner (later confirmed to be half Cambodian, half Chinese, yet born in Vietnam) was sporting the type of clothing commensurate with her looks – stretch, figure hugging jeans and delicate top.

Wait, is she wearing a bra?

No, she no longer has a need for that. Her surgery some four months prior has left her with perfectly perky, gravity-defying D-cups. This appears to give her a sense of confidence somewhere in the middle of brash and quiet; endearing.

I had opted to not drink, and made no secret of it. As I hastily sculled a lime and soda, I asked her “are you still drinking that?” The orange hued cocktail sat atop the bar two-thirds full, a drop of condensation snaking downward like a tear, crying for attention – “drink me.”

As the remnants were attended to over a further fifteen minutes I nonchalantly asked her “hey, it’s still fairly early, how about we go to my apartment and watch a movie?” A sense of calm hit my body as my question was met with a single word response, “ok.”

You would think living with another person would pose problems when bringing back women for sexual escapades, however in recent times I’ve exploited this to my advantage. “When we go in, just follow me to my bedroom, and don’t say anything to my housemate, he’s kind of a bit shy”, I told her, with a slight squint in my eyes, sub-communicating this aloofness as needing to be avoided at all costs.

With no seating apart from my bed, one feels compelled to take a seat and remove footwear. She did this within around thirty seconds. I motioned for her to lay down and to place her head where the pillows were. She was now occupying my preferred side. Arms like a forklift, I lifted her petite body and placed it where I had initially intended her to lay.

No further time was wasted. My kiss was passionately reciprocated as I shuffled closer to her, feeling a firmness against my chest and her feeling a firmness against her pelvic bone. Her top was removed soon after. Two perfectly carved mini-mountains were presented to me, nipples concealed by soft adhesive covers. I was unfamiliar with these accessories and let her do the removing.

After diving in and feeding like a new-born for a decent amount of time, my hand was swatted away in a token fashion as I made a move for the top button of her jeans. She squirmed feebly as I secured her two dainty wrists within my right hand, with her making it clear that my free hand could now do as it pleased.

“So, you don’t workout at all?” I asked her, as I stripped away her jeans, making a strained face as her ankles held on to the last hopes of remaining clothed. An insecure woman could possibly take this comment the wrong way, but her sly smirk indicated otherwise. I was honestly gobsmacked at this notion however, because I was met with a body of near perfection that now matched her boobs. Taught, smooth, blemish-free skin and a shape that could launch more than a million boners in concert, signifying universal agreement.

Her fresh smell left me without a doubt in my mind that her personal hygiene received the attention it deserved. My body slunk low in the bed as my lips touched her mid-section, then her thighs, then her (pussy) lips. I elevated her left leg, so as to make a closer inspection of her now glistening clam. Perfection remained a constant as my mind flashed back to my teenage years, recalling the informal education I had received on the female nether-region courtesy of glossy-paged stick mags. If somehow my heart gave out whilst fucking her doggy-style (raw I might add), I would’ve died happily with that peach indelibly etched on my retina.

My enthusiasm was aided by the remaining alcohol floating around in my blood-stream. This meant that I was a little more adventurous, a little more creative, a little more passionate. The oral session resumed, her hips tilted slightly courtesy of a pillow underneath her waist, allowing unfettered access.

My fiendish eye now spied her asshole. It thankfully did not resemble a bunched-up balloon, but rather, a seamless opening of sorts, a final confirmatory signal; this woman was in fact the best I’d ever slept with, not only on a purely aesthetic level. Like an improv jazz musician, my tongue made shapes edging closer to her chocolate starfish, my whole mouth then lapping it up with abandon as not a hint of unpleasantness was detected. I gave equal attention to her pussy and asshole, then graduated to inserting my thumb in her pussy, massaging her g-spot whilst my tongue made further head-way insight that date.

I was now receiving fixed and piercing glances as she occasionally titled her head back toward me, arching her back to steal an open-mouthed kiss, signifying her utter ecstasy. If I wasn’t at full mast already, this seductive behaviour of hers surely got me there. With a green light given regarding her birth control status, I somewhat recklessly gave in to my base desires by finishing off inside her.

Needless to say, I slept extremely well that night (as I did last night after round two).

(01-08-2016 07:49 PM)Stimulus Wrote:  @ Wisdow Earle, great story, I could almost taste her.

(01-09-2016 08:43 AM)Pinocchio Wrote:  Sorry if this has been answered already, there are quite a lot of pages to go through. What's the best way to finger a girl to orgasm and lick her ass at the same time? Get her in the doggy style position or flip her over and get her to hold her own legs back?

(01-09-2016 08:57 AM)Windom Earle Wrote:  

(01-09-2016 08:43 AM)Pinocchio Wrote:  Sorry if this has been answered already, there are quite a lot of pages to go through. What's the best way to finger a girl to orgasm and lick her ass at the same time? Get her in the doggy style position or flip her over and get her to hold her own legs back?

Fingers? Tell a lie and use your huge long nose.

(01-16-2016 05:15 AM)Carrot Kid Wrote:  Not necessarily, but we are what we eat. I've experienced a few with hints of odor, not all necessarily of shit, but some musky smells even after a shower. This one none at all, even her pussy tastes sweeter. I've even done the finger tests after she been to the gym....nothing.

Vegetarians tend to have less odor and being that she is a vegan and fruit is clean eating, I think there is a correlation.

(01-08-2016 10:14 AM)Carrot Kid Wrote:  I have the pleasure of enjoying 26 year old fruitatarian (vegetarian who only eats fruit) from my gym. She'd never experienced much in life and now she is hooked. On our first encounter, we took a mutual shower with my beloved safeguard soap. Afterwards I enjoyed that glorious little hole for an hour. It tasted so sweet and delicious. Fruity...

Poor thing was so mind blown until she wants more and more. I enjoy that pie on a weekly basis now.
She comes by at least 2-3 times a week on her way to the gym and breakfast is served

She wants more, a relationship I might add, but is okay with keeping it the way it is.
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(07-16-2016 01:20 PM)General Stalin Wrote:  I could eat that shit for hours.