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Is there anything on this earth better than setting off to work on Monday morning smelling like candy floss? It is so evocative of the best weekend you have just ever had. Your dreary old boss starts to nag but you are miles away in sugar heaven, remembering how you poured the thinnest tormenting trickle of golden syrup over your lover's thighs and spent a long hot afternoon licking it off.
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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
And we wouldn't want it not to flow, would we?
It's hard for me to imagine how it couldn't, if I'm honest.
Your fancies look delightful.
It's hard for me too.
You git. WTF?
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!
Prick.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"A little syrup dribbled..." Then what do you want an entire tank for?
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.
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