Sunday, 5 October 2008

Welcome my friends to the sweet sticky world of syrup sex.

15 comments:

Mrs Pouncer said...

Good work, Maroon! Striking while the iron's hot, eh? And don't forget, it is essential to use a warmed spoon with Fowler's; otherwise it just won't flow. CLdeMP

Dr Maroon said...

And we wouldn't want it not to flow, would we?

Mrs Pouncer said...

It's hard for me to imagine how it couldn't, if I'm honest.

Dr Maroon said...

Your fancies look delightful.
It's hard for me too.

Mrs Pouncer said...
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Mrs Pouncer said...

You git. WTF?

Dr Maroon said...

Syrup Sex is only three hours old. I just had to bag the title.
I've taken your comment off for security reasons. I agree with it entirely.
Let's get sticky!

Mrs Pouncer said...

Prick.

inkspot said...

One fluid dynamics lab has a basement containing, according to legend, a tank of golden syrup. I once asked a lab member whether this was true; he eventually admitted it, but "it's OK, it's not a waste, we rent it."

It is only your blog that has opened my eyes to the full amoral pervery of this.

Kevin Musgrove said...

I'm appalled that I know this but golden syrup does provide a fast-motion analogue of the fluid flow of oil shale rocks.

And that the best thing about x-ray crystallography is that the developing room has to be in absolute darkness.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Absolutely Kevin, and Golden Syrup has also been used in the experiment describing the structure of a by-product obtained during the chloromethylation of methyl 2-furoate. But this isn't what Maroon had in mind, and it will probably irritate him.

Dr Maroon said...

I am hugely irritated.
Fluid mechanics is my field.
Syrup sex is about keeping your tongue in good shape so as not to disappoint your lover. There is no exercise routine. Practice practice practice.
What you do is use that point in advanced foreplay that point where you would normally slip on some protection, to introduce the golden syrup.
Start between her legs, don't fuck about being coy. A little syrup dribbled around her clitoris, allowed to run down into her open labia is a perfect start. I have always found it so. Don't look at it, lick it up, all of it, you will be rewarded. There is no taste on this earth like it and if she hasn't slid her legs higher and wider, meeting each stroke of your tongue by thrusting her hips, then check her pulse and call a doctor. She has suffered an aneurism.

Mrs Pouncer said...

See, Kevs? THIS is what he had in mind. Now back to the developing room with you quicksmart. And think on, as you northerners say.

inkspot said...

"A little syrup dribbled..." Then what do you want an entire tank for?

Mrs Pouncer said...

Who says he's got an entire tank? He's only got about half-a-dozen of the regular 454g tins and two of Fowler's Treacle.

I mean....obviously, I don't actually KNOW .... I think someone told me, or it was mentioned in another post, or something. Can't remember.