Now I know why you guys don't wash your hands after a session. I have had Baltimore mussels, Boston soft-shell crabs, Philadelphia shrimp tempura, and oysters at the NYC Grand Central Oyster bar on this recent tour. When I get back to the hotel, I am left alone, with one hand on the remote and the other hand near my nose inhaling fish scent. My thoughts wander to the girls at Scores and humid rainy afternoons in Central Park.
Damn, I love my job.
Dang ... i would still prefer to tasting a lady's oysters and inhaling the scent during a DATY galore. I wouldn't mind the shrimp tempura though, with some wasabi and sushi (oh those taste like fresh p lips too .. yummy) Now you're making me hungry 
It's not sight or hearing, it's smell.
Let's hear it for seafood!
some sea food is a very powerful aid in sexual arrousal. It has nothing to do with the food...its the smell......
We forget that we are anamils.....all species use some form or another to attract a mate using the sence of smell.......men are prone to it. Woman live/die by it.
Its a proven fact that woman right before menstrating, have hormones that make there skin softer, the breasts larger (just before lactating)their hair more shiny.....men pick it up very fast. Have you ever noted that sometimes when man touches a woman sexually...if she is close to her time...she responds more fast then she would when she is over the period?
Woman live/die by smell. Nothing will cause a woman's heart to go pitter/patter then the sent of a man. After shave, sweat, given a fresh shower.......its all medical fact.
Now if I can just get the woman to smell me more often..................
That explains why I moved from Ohio. Thanks for finally clarifying that for me.
I hear that Starkist is having a big sale right now.
Hugs,
Ciara
VonRyan's Ode to Oral Sex
Eating out and chowing down,
but tonight I'm not out on the town.
Tonight I'm served a lusty seafood dish,
well at the very least she tastes like fish.
Time to overcome my pussy fears,
as she drags me down there by my ears,
to feast upon her hairy moist pie,
where pubes and stubble jab my eye.
She lies back and moans and then softly sighs,
Her juices are flowing right where she lies.
Don't lick too low, move up a bit,
let your tongue say the alphabit
Nibble, lick, caress and stroke,
the things I do just for a poke.
Up, down and to the right a bit,
where the hell does she keep her clit?
I'll never find it here like this,
fanny design just takes the piss.
To find my way around her twat,
I'll need a torch and miners hat.
I think my tongue is failing me,
Christ I hope she doesn't pee.
I've been licking her minge for years.
I wish I could breathe through my ears.
God I hope that she comes quick,
since my neck's developing a crick.
I'm sweating like I've got a fever,
under the covers, eating split beaver,
I must have hit the right spot at last,
cos' her screams are gaining volume fast,
her thighs clamp tight around my head,
as her screams wake the neighbours out of their bed.
"Yes,Yes,Yes,Yes,YESSS!"...no sign of a No
this pussy is crying me a river...flow,flow,flow
So she's coming at last and making a racket,
her thighs crushing my head at least she didn't smack it.
I'm choking and spluttering but she doesn't care,
that my mouth is full of fish flavoured hair.
And that my face is smothered in thick fanny batter
and juices that taste like a tasty seafood platter.
But she thinks it's funny, and starts taking the piss,
but she soon stops her laughing, when I move in for a kiss.
Cheers!
