I read something recently where their tongue reached the prostate and stimulated it. I thought the guy must have been Gene Simmons son because I'm not expert on male anatomy, but I'm pretty sure a tongue wouldn't make it past the muscle and in that deep and still be able to press on the prostate no less. Give me a break.
Based on this picture you'd need a giraffe tongue. LOL Which is a whole nother freaky shifter story.
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Um… maybe it's just you, Kris. 😉
Tam's got a good point about tongues tho…
I think it might be just you, Kris, but it's pretty funny and so is the illustration!
It is just you my dear -I just roll with the punches…
These characers take on a life of their own – so body parts that stretch is no big deal…
Heh, you guys have me measuring my tongue against my finger now to see if it's possible because my tongue is really long and with the pad of my index finger, I can just reach the prostate . . .
Nope, not possible I don't think. And I'm not actually trying it with my tongue to check for certain. And maybe that was all TMI. *slinks away*
*blinks at nichem*
Ha! I knew it. Thanks for that indedpent confirmation Richelle. 🙂
Also the muscle thing, well, I won't go into details but when the guy says “you're opening for me” he ain't talking Grand Canyon (hopefully ewwwwww).
lol@Tam. I think it is just you again Kris.
Tam: No. He'd need 'go, go, gadget tongue'.
Chris: How come Tam can talk about a giraffe shifter story and I get dissed for the Inspector Gadget reference???
Val: It's not I tell you! *poutmope*
Because you're special? 🙂
*flags blog for objectionable content*
EH: *Dammit!* You have to admit, though, EH that some guy's ability to stretch to reach certain points seem a little far fetched sometimes.
Richelle: *snort* You know that the next time you check someone's prostate you'll be thinking about this discussion, right. *g*
Tam: LOL. It's the idea of muscles snapping back into place that gets me. 😉
Ingrid: I've come to that conclusion myself.
Chris: You're using 'special' as a euphemism, aren't you.
JenB: And after what I just did for you?! That's just plain mean.
I just remembered this which I did on photoshop I did a few weeks ago for a post at Wave's that fizzled out on me. Seems appropriate to dig it out today in light of the subject matter.
Grrrr, my freaking f key is not working. I have to keep pasting one.
Just you, sweetie.
Tam: I don't even want to know why you felt the need to do that pic.
Wren: I wish people would stop saying that. *poutmope*
I don't think I'd want my tongue cinched in place by a sphincter…especially if a choo-choo was coming down the dark tunnel.
(That damn Castanet has me on a train jag.)
Yeah, yeah. It's easy to blame Ms C for your trains of thought, isn't it.
Ha. Ha. Get it??
I kill me. *wipes tear from eye*
Sometimes I think that in m/m/f or m/f too. You think “Wait, your hand was just there, but now it's there? Do you have an extra arm I wasn't aware of?”
See. It's not just me! 🙂
Hey new BFF Bridget. *g*
“”Wait, your hand was just there, but now it's there? Do you have an extra arm I wasn't aware of?””
LOL. I'm with you. My other thought is usually 'Quick. Take a breath before you suffocate. Seriously. She'll mind you dying with your tongue stuck in her hoo haa way more than you stopping going down on her for a few seconds.”
Damn. Flag didn't work. The tongue-on-prostate post is still up.
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