Love lines, penis slingers and pleasurable lower facehuggers

[Autumnlicious]

I remember a section from Petronius' Satyricon in which the protagonist observes the the sensation is the same regardless of the gender or species of one's sexual partner (he liked goats)

Perhaps someone can answer this, but what the hell keeps the one who is giving head from biting? I mean, I get a bit antsy at the thought of my purple helmet warrior getting spring rat-trapped.

And what I mean by a bit antsy, I mean ridiculously paranoid.