Now I’m not saying one should do shots of DNA like it’s Tequila Tuesday. No No. Especially if your man has a braai diet consisting mostly of beer and boerewors, which in my opinion… can at times produce spunk that’s even harder to get down with a straight face than the previously mentioned Tequila shot. I’m just looking at the situation logically… it’s in there already, contraversial maybe but I say “Knock it back sister!” And perhaps give your man a few extra items for his grocery list that may help your situation:
As I sit here… how do I put it, taking a trip down memory lane, I can’t help but cringe at all the “short cummings” I’ve experienced in the bedroom, not just in those early self-conscious years of fumbling around clueless like a blind person trying to find the ripest avo on the grocery shelf. I’m talking about all the way up into my 20’s because let’s face it… sex, cough cough, I mean the art of love making…. Can be tricky can’t it?
Or maybe we can passively wait until they invent a GPS for this kind of thing or make intimacy training as compulsory like serving your time in the army. Thats a long time to go sans orgasm.
So call me crass, call me crazy (I get that a lot actually), call me a courtesan if you will… But sometimes it’s better to just spit it out.