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Imagine if every time you had an orgasm, at the very peak of it this "stuff" appeared. Wouldn't it have some sort of otherworldly quality to it, like it was magic. You'd totally associate it with every orgasm you ever had, including your deepest formative years and ever since. Maybe it was even scary when it first showed up, unexpected -- or maybe it was guilty evidence, like you had to hide it because if you didn't, everybody would know what you were doing.
And then, find out that some women act like they're scared of it, like it was battery acid or something. But others would embrace it as a part of the act. Imagine how that might be weirdly fulfilling or amazing somehow, that the woman was saying this "stuff" was not foul, or toxic, or guilty, or messy, but that it came from your orgasm and they actually wanted it and that was the goal to begin with.
Then add on layers of visual stimulation, because men's sexuality is so utterly visual.
TMI?
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