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“You try it!” Samantha challenges her bewildered beau (Adam) when he bellows that she´s acting like a squeamish princess. “If you´re fine with it, I´ll be fine with it.” Adam initially resists sampling his spooge (“It´s gay!” he whines) , but eventually he chokes down his rancid cum, with an anguished expression on his defeated visage. Although he reports that he´s “fine with it,” we know that he´s lying.

I lied too, 25 years ago, when I gobbled through the same horrible gastronomic gantlet. My lover Robyn perceived my bluff; she forced me to admit that I loathed asian creampies the salty, viscous wad. Ever since then, my glee at getting my lollipop licked has been tainted with advance remorse: My receiver is about to be nauseous.

“Sex and the City” provided me with a glimmer of hope, though, a key to decontaminating the puddles of my prick. When Samantha presents her pungent dilemma at lunch to her female friends, they advise her that “it has something to do with nutrition . there´s something he could eat to make it sweeter.” Her subsequent attempt to detox his dribblings with wheat grass juice and a ginger-melon smoothie proves unsuccessful, but asian creampies I still wondered wistfully: Is a herbal remedy available? Is there a cum-sweetening savior?

The first blow job I ever gave (after methodically groping my way past all the bases) was an act of faith. After finally figuring out how to manually manage my boyfriend´s strange vestigial organ-how to brandish, manipulate and handle his distended, tumescent pink love shaft-I now had the daunting task of having to figure out how to manage it orally. Lick? Suck? Use your hands? If only the how-to books that exist today existed back then.

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