http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22956090/

Apparently its only if you swallow though.

what if you gargle ?

Thanks for the mental image there Polorise.

then you will be a very popular man

There is a vaccine against HPV...

funny. i just say a documentary on bbc that claimed that condoms were the cause for cancer, and depression in women. it said that women that receive sperm are happier. although more research was needed for swallowing oral sex.
i think its an interesting study, and goes to show for every action there is a reaction that may only show itself later in the game.

I glad you guys are on the case, else I would have no idea what is fashionably bad for me...

dave

Admittadly I did not have enough time to read the article but dare I ask why "skanky ladies" is the tag for this thread?

Did you look at where the report was from...?

Atlanta. And what is illegal in that state....?


"Places where oral sex is illegal: Alabama, Arizona, Florida, Idaho, Kansas, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Mississippi, Georgia, North and South Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, Rhode Island, Utah, Virginia and Washington D.C."

dave

I was worried for a moment that I was a fugitive from the law. . . but I lived in Texas

Like Tentative Toungs as a tag

Are those are the states where the Clintons are losing ?

10 points for good tags..!!

Why does it only cause throat cancer if men do it ?

No no no! Those are the Republican states! If I remember correctly, there are a few states (Right wing) where the only legal sex position is missionary. And I remember my military brother once mentioning that it is against Army regulations to have sex like the animal that barks. (Dare I say doggy?)

or Shakespearean .... "the beast with two backs"

My Uncle Bertrand was well known for his enjoyment of warm female company. While not wishing to go into graphic detail in a public forum of this nature, one might say that he was well known in his home town in Lincolnshire for his linguistic skills, despite his lack of proficiency in any language other than English. To an ambitious man like my Uncle Bertrand, however, even his tongue-tickling talents failed to provide him with the satisfaction that he clearly brought to the luscious ladies of Scunthorpe. He demanded more of himself.

And so it was, therefore, that my Uncle Bertrand set out to find a way to improve the experience for the lovely ladies of his acquaintance. With a few feet of rubber tubing, a coathanger, seventeen metres of copper wire, a car battery and a carrier bag of pickled bulls' tongues from the local butcher's, he created a device by which he could bring devillish delight to seventeen ladies at the same time. Cunning, eh?

That evening, after a pleasant meal at his favourite club, he dug out his little red book and called a mere fraction of the telephone numbers of the ladies contained therein. Not one of his lovers refused his invitation - to a woman, they were terribly excited to be asked to participate in an experiment destined to be as shattering to the world of sexual science as Uncle Bertrand's first bang in the desert (something to do with atom bombs and rabbits... terribly hush hush... still classified more than 60 years later). Over the next twenty minutes, fifty of his favourite partners arrived at my Uncle Bertrand's private rooms at the club, ready to enjoy his attentions as never before.

My Uncle Bertrand chose seventeen of the most frolicksome fillies, and invited them to make themselves comfortable upon his sultan-sized four-poster bed. Once they were ready, he strapped himself into his invention, placed his tongue on the special control plate, and turned on the power.

It is said that the cries could be heard as far away as Esbjerg. The ladies, clearly enjoying themselves, knew nothing of the agonies suffered by my Uncle Bertrand, whose tongue was subject to physical pressures unknown to anyone who hadn't been involved in the notorious Popsicle Inquisition. Three hours later, when the battery finally ran down, and the ladies were able to reluctantly remove themselves from the more pleasurable end of my Uncle Bertrand's contraption, the remains of his smoking body were found under the bed, still quivering like an excitable bowl of orgasmic jelly.

In honour of my Uncle Bertrand, proposals were made to remove the initial S from the name of his home town, but chocolate Hob-Nobs were brought in just as the vote was to be made, and the town council were too distracted to continue.

He is mourned to this day.

do you think you'd be affected if you numb the area first?

A shot of tequila would provide double protection, numbing and sterilizing with an added side effect of increasing your partner's appearance.

I'll tell her you said that.

Can I have your address and suggest you update your life insurance?