Quote Originally Posted by Jenny69 View Post
I believe she was serious, i would have no problem doing it too, especially if I knew he had done **** someone, especially if I know her.
Jenny
I've become very cynical of the "******" excuse, when it comes to females who've expressed this desire, and I'll tell you why.
When I was very young, I used to know a female neighbor who was about my age, so we were playmates. As you might expect, we did get around to playing "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." I regret it even to this day, because what she saw apparently changed her (and not for the better). She went from being a cheerful little girl to being a mean little bitch, who kept wanting to see it again and again, and grope it like she was milking a cow. And at the same time, she refused to give me any second looks at her thing. So I began refusing, too. This just made her nastier. She said she didn't need to see it anymore, because she already knew it looked like a hot dog. She gasped at her own realization, adding it probably tasted like one, too. In the end, she told me that she would wait till I was asleep, then sneak into my room and eat it up.
We were too young to know why boys and girls were different. At that age, it is considered extremely inappropriate for any adult to discuss anything of a sexual nature. So we didn't even know what sex was for, much less what **** was.
All she knew was that I had something in the same place she did not. She became instantly ashamed of her own thing, and she became the first one to break our equal access agreement. But because I dared to do likewise, this was what pissed her off enough to equate what I had with something to eat, and threaten me with that.

Many years laters, as a young adult, I was working in a female dominated workplace. Lots of women around, not too many of us guys. As we all got to know one another, barriers came down, and taboo subjects became less and less taboo.
There was one chick who liked to sway whatever the topic of conversation was at the break table to the subject of ****. Why? Stepping stone one: get everyone at the table riled up. **** is a nasty crime. Guys won't defend it. So women can feel free to "let their hair down" and express their resentment of it.
Once she got everyone else "in the mood" --
Stepping stone two: once again she would gently sway the topic over to what should be done to the ******.
Now she could offer ********** as one of the options, and she always did.
And, just like at that Mister Poll site, it would evolve into a verbal "********** party" with each woman trying to top the other with their sadistic imaginations. And nobody accused anybody of having a sick mind, because, hey, we're talking about a ****** here.
Inevitably, somebody would chime in with "I'd bite it off and spit it out at him."
And the chick who started it all would inform the rest that she'd swallow it.
You'd also need to know one more thing about her before I continue. She would do stuff to amuse herself, like singing songs with new words. Typical example: she'd sing "Found a Peanut," and change it to "Found a Penis. Ate it Anyway." You get the idea.

So we come to the part where she once tried to get my co-operation on her favorite topic (You could tell it was her favorite, not just because she harped on it everyday, or every other day, but in just the way it lit up her face). But rather than go along with her like the ladies did, I decided to try a different tack. I told her I thought that throwing the ****** in jail was the perfect punishment, because rapists are the lowest form of life in any men's prison. When the other guys find out they have a ****** among them, he soon becomes everyone's "bitch." He'll be on the receiving end of what he's been dishing out for as long as he's in there.
She didn't like that. Somehow it just didn't satisfy her.
"Don't you think it would be better if he just had it off?" she said, with a hopeful look in her eyes. "That way, he's not getting free food and a free place to stay at taxpayer's expense. And he'd have his freedom. And he'd never be able to **** anybody again."
I said, "Okay, how about this? Inject him with that chemical that destroys his ability to get an erection. If he can't get it up, he can't **** anyone. He gets to keep his parts. Everybody's happy. Right?"
You should have seen her face fall. It was like somebody pulled out her plug. She sure wasn't lit up anymore.
"I still think they should just cut it off," she said, quickly moving away from me before I could burst any more of her bubbles.
You see, she had run out of arguments. Her happy little penis-chopping world of tomorrow just went up in smoke because **** was only the shield that she was hiding her true agenda behind. If **** suddenly disappeared from the face of the Earth today, what would the "I still think they should just cut it off" crowd use to justify making their secret dark desires public?