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I had this conversation with my SO last night, and she tells me that flavour is not really the issue. As with the oyster analogy earlier it's the activity that she gets off on, not the taste.
She LOVES getting me off, annd I love her for it. I am blown away (pun intended) by her speeding up and getting more into it as I come. There is nothing like looking at her smile as I reach the point of no return.
The only thing that makes me sad is the number of years I was wastng my time without her.
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