Nicci's Musings - Spit Or Swallow?

[by Nicoletta Glazier - Staff Columnist]

As if all of my newfound knowledge wasn't bad enough - I had to put a penis in my mouth. I had to French kiss it - I then found out that if I did a good job at it, a really good job, I would be 'rewarded'. And what would that reward be? This thick, viscous, yukky, gooey, slimy, sticky stuff. Like a loogie. A wad of snot.

Gross! And where does that wad of mucus come from? His balls! That hairy, wrinkly sack hanging under his penis. The grossest part of a man's anatomy. It's as if the male body has a found a way to store it out of the body, because it doesn't want that in it.

Balls are a crock pot for that goo that’s been on simmer all day. Keeping it nice and warm and ready to dump it in your mouth.

What would I be expected to do with it once I had a mouthful? And that's where I finally was given a say in the matter. I could either swallow it or simply spit it out. Well, didn't have to be a genius to figure that one out. I was going to be a spitter. So when the moment of truth finally came, no pun intended, sometime in my first year of college, I got in there. Did my first blowjob.

And swallowed immediately.

Because since it was so disgusting, so gross, the quickest, most efficient way to get rid of it was to just take it like a shot.

Down the hatch!