It's contradicting if you lump all shaving aspects together but I was more only talking about the shaving armpits part being associated with society.....eh I guess I am being selective but so what :P.....I just don't like to see rain forest action going on when I go down south......

Haha wheres the rain coming from?

it's coming from the humidity created by the thickness of the pubic hair....no not really that doesn't make sense but I had to try :P

*shakes head*

Ahhh...guys trying to think of what goes on in a girls body.

I could've said the proper place but I didn't want to be obvious duh

Not a word? :laughing:

nope....you already ruined my joke response by having me explain :P

It was a joke? Ohhhh...

I love doing that to people, making them explain jokes when they're trying to be funny, and they get all fluffed up about you not getting it and then the jokes on them. Not that I was intentially trying to do that to my dear. :)

yeah, I used have to make people do that because I only listen to about 1/2 of what people say on an average basis cause it's usually not interesting, and the amount I listen to exponentially decreases in relation to the number of people in the group. therefore I used to be in a lot of situations where someone would say something everyone would laugh, which would cause me to start listening again, and ask them to explain their joke (which are never funny on their own and then the background around it).

It got kinda cumbersome though this year, cause my friends in college weren't used to my constant inattentiveness and thought it was kinda rude. So now I make myself listen to whatever people say no matter how dull it is, but what people say makes a lot more sense now, which is a plus.

I have no idea where I was going with that. No more posting for me when I wake up.

I'm just wondering, have any of you peoples had any awkward/strange or just straight ****ed-up sexual experiences?

I realize of course that most of us will not feel comfortable being the first to tell, so being the one that posed the question, I'll bite the bullet.

It was the third time that I had hooked up with this girl. She was 24 or 25 and I think I was 18. She took me back to her house again which was out in the ****in' boonies, about 45 minutes away from my place. I wasn't driving at the time, so I was pretty much up for anything. Call me trusting.
So we get started. Cool. Nothing out of the ordinary, until she pulls out the rope and handcuffs. And I was thinking, "Alright. I'll try anything once or twice." So I let her lock me up, imagining we would just get on with the freaky sex. Not quite.
She gets done tying and locking and sits on top of me. And immediately starts clawing the **** out of my chest and ribcage. Being young and open to new things, I let it go on for a few more seconds before I told her to take the cuffs off. Fun time was over. Talk about a bone kill.
She called me a poser because of something I had posted on my MySpace page. In my interests and hobbies I had posted Automatic Erotic Asphyxia as a joke to my friends. And she took it quite seriously I suppose.
Well, damned if I was gonna go through some **** like that and not get mine, so I bent her over the side of the bed, finished and jumped in bed to get some sleep.
She left the room, and that's when I got paranoid. Because that's when I saw her huge anti-depressant medication vials on the desk across the room. So I stayed there, not blinking until she got back, thinking she might come in with a butcher knife or something, I started looking around the room. My eye caught a Mag-Lite flashlight and I decided that if she came back looking for more blood, I was grabbing that mother****er.
So the next morning I had her drive me home as soon as possible and I never contacted her again.