I've met very few I haven't liked.
I've met a few that were rather nasty or unpleasant but as you said, few I haven't liked.Except for that really crooked one...
I'm rather fond of the crooked ones, they amuse me. Especially the ones that bend down, just like my gullet.
Thank goodness for Kinsey.
It was the Kinsey scale that made me feel that all was well in my adolescent world.
Most of my sex education came from Kinsey. I come from a (gulp) Mormon family. Luckily I escaped.
thanks for posting, i'd misplaced my schematic.
Sometimes a refresher is all it takes Norma...
I like them all.
Me too. Pink ones and brown ones and long ones and fat ones...
Looks more fun than drawing a turkey from your handprint.Next Thanksgiving maybe we'll do this instead.
And if you put your balls on the trace paper you'll have a perfect little gobbler...
"Oh waiter...another serving of penis please at Wally's table..."
I for one love the prow type. Lots of girth at the root. Yummy.
You know, I happen to have a prow type penis with girth at the root myself...
I know Mr. Peenee commented on this post because it shows in my email, so the following is his comment:Mr. Peenee"I'm rather fond of the crooked ones, they amuse me. Especially the ones that bend down, just like my gullet."
It aids in digestion!I like the crooked ones for the exact opposite reason if you know what I mean."Tomorrow class, we'll be discussing the prostate and it's purpose for pleasurable anal intercourse."
Ahh, now I see Mr. Peenee up there above...
I've heard that before.
This gives new meaning to being hit over the head with a blunt object.
Funny you should say that as it happens to me all the time!
Miss Janey had sexed one once that had a little thing sticking out of its shaft, like a twig or something. It wasn't infected or anything, it was perhaps a birth defect. Miss J didn't want to cause embarrassment so she pretended it was all normal. (Miss J was much younger then). Missed opportunity- she'll never know what the twig actually was.