So I decided to write down some thoughts, so that, the next time you contemplate Wrestling the Bald-headed Champ (if you're a guy) or Paddling the Pin... Canoe (for you gals), you can do a better job at it.As my primary pen name suggests, I am not inexperienced with the concept of Battling the Purple-Headed Yogurt Slinger that I was born with. A penis is an interesting thing. Women tell me that, which is understandable, but it's pretty interesting to the owner too.There are basically two kinds,. Bit of a dog actually and nowhere near as beautiful as the girls in my porn mags, but I didn't care. I was ready to go.I walked down the trail toward her and timed my pace to meet up with her at a particular spot I had picked out. I stopped at the chosen spot, blocking her path. Usually I was shy with girls in normal social situations, but today she was just a bitch to me, someone there only for my pleasure. "Beautiful day today, isn't it", I said as she walked up to me and looked up at me. . I did exactly what she told me to do and bit the left one softly.“Harder… Harder… Harder,” She screamed. I began to really bite it with my teeth and not use my lips. “Now the other one just like that,” she screamed, and as I did, she came.I still had my fingers in her cunt and suddenly they were awash with cunt juice. It wasn’t spurting out but there was a lot of it.Then I took things into my own hands and let go of her nipples and went down and sucked and licked all the juice she had coming. ‘Let me get dinner going. Are you hungry?’ I asked. ‘Okay, sure.’ He said taking off his jacket. ‘I’m starving.’ I took his jacket and hung it in the coat closet. Then headed for the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers. ‘Oh shit.’ He said suddenly. ‘What?’ I asked turning to face him. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I forgot the wine in the car.’ Opening the coat closet Glenn grabbed his keys and headed out the door. ‘Be right back.’ He said with a quick kiss on my lips. I went quickly into the kitchen.