A Sticky Question: Spit or Swallow?
High school was many years ago. But some memories of it just never get old. One of them is this out of nowhere question that pops up randomly during recess. It’s very casual, really. A friend pokes you from behind and you stare blankly with a lifted eyebrow – Spit or Swallow? That is the question. Whichever you choose, everyone giggles. You try to portray innocence. But what they see is ignorance.
Spit or Swallow — spit or swallow what? The question in itself is constructed poorly. Don’t say that, though, unless you want to end up with a Nerd Alert below your yearbook photo. It’s high school. Nobody cares about grammatical ingenuity. Just answer the darned inquiry and get things over with! And I did. Everybody did. But I would assume that less than half my circle meant what they answered. We can’t all be experienced at that time. At least, I wasn’t.
But I am now. Way too experienced, as my books would reflect. So it’s high time for me to take a small trip down memory lane and reiterate my stand on the poll topic at hand. Spit or swallow? For those who did not follow, yes this is a green joke. It’s not about a cup of boiling hot coffee or pork blood in your wine glass or whatever childish prank. It’s about semen – the ultimate symbol of a man’s satisfaction.
Several ways could lead a man to his worldly paradise. The human body is a train ticket to heaven. Trips are scheduled hourly – or more frequently. The friction of your hands, the wetness of your mouth, the tightness of your genital and the other opening adjacent to it are your tools for homicide. Whoever you’re doing will die, or at least wish they did, for the electric effects of release to never end. That’s how respected semen is by your man. In front of you, it flows. Will you keep it or let it go?
I would keep it, like I always do. Swallowing was and still is an automatic response for me. Seeing the outcome of my man’s ecstasy is like smelling roasted duck five feet away. I just have to go grab it and take it in! It’s a strong urge. I don’t even have to think about it. It’s unconscious and almost involuntary. It’s one of those times that Freudian psychology epitomizes through me. Id overrules my maturity. Beyond logic or reason, my instinctive impulse seeks my own share of due and worthy satisfaction.
Spit or Swallow? This is not a scholastic exam. There is no right or wrong answer. I just thought it would be fun to randomly ask like we’re a bunch of high school kids at recess. Cast your vote or comment me on your preference. Your perspective might just be what I need to heighten the heat of my new book.
Read you later,
Sandra Ross
