A comment from Inlikeme that compares pulling out to pumping in:
…if you’re whipping it out you’re ready to go again in a few mins.
If you’re blasting inside it’s snuggle time for like half an hour or more.
I wonder if there’s a study on oxytocin levels (in chaps) on whipping it out v holding her down and blasting inside.
A cursory search of the CH archives reveals that there are no posts dealing with this topic. A regrettable oversight! One must hand it to Inlikeme for providing comment fodder not already covered in dusty tomes housed in this esteemed retreat. A rare accomplishment.
Time for a pro and con misticle.
Nothing says “ownage” quite like your jizzbomb oozing down a woman’s face.
As Inlikeme noted, pulling out shortens the refractory period, for physiologic reasons which are not yet clear to the labcoats. You’re ready for round two before the speckle has spackled.
It’s fun to aim and drain.
Pulling out is actually a fairly effective form of contraception, assuming your girl isn’t crazy and liable to abscond with a thimbleful for a secretive bathroom fingertip insertion.
It’s easier for the girl to caress your scrotal depths at the moment of delivery, adding to the pleasure.
Surprise eye shot! (back, and to the left…so hot)
You’ll cuddle in your own mess.
A gnawing feeling of Darwinian futility.
A gnawing feeling you aren’t Spawndo material.
Crazy girl opportunism.
Effort spent trying to keep her from turning over and soiling your sheets with her cummy tummy.
You will hear Captain Obvious’ refrain “BUNZ => OVENS” ringing through your head. Buzzkill!
If she jumps out of bed to clean herself, rather than lay there admiring your property markers, it’s a major slut tell. She’s done this with other men, and has gotten inured to its BONDING potential. A keeper will never wash off your wayward seed without reverent ritualistic tribute.
Now THAT’S lovemaking.
Nothing says “genetic ownage” quite like holding her down and filling her with your champions.
No orgasm will match the intensity of the orgasm which tickles the cervical portal.
Congrats, you’ve done your part to save the White race. The screaming of the Captain Obvious is finally silenced.
Buried deep behind the borderline, your nut will feel like a hot river instead of a squirt gun.
If she takes you in, happily, eagerly, she may be a keeper.
A half hour later, she’s still giggling about you dripping out of her. Giggling. Not chortling like a high T careerist shrike.
It’s fun to lay there inside her for a while after, going slowly soft but never so soft that you slip out, and getting hard again while still inside, so you can fill her up like a swimming pool.
She *said* she was on the Pill. You can trust her, right?
If she’s a super slut, guess what? You just commingled sperms with her morning lover. You better hope the idea of “scooping” doesn’t put you out of the mood.
She’s more likely to consider the act one of finality, to close out the evening. It starts with flaccid post-coital cuddling, and ends with nethers-grazing blue balls.
You might fall in love. Not so great if it’s the third date. You want to keep that love card in the deck, or she’ll have hand.
You might come too fast if you know you can have all of her.
You’ve always wanted to be the Jackson Pollock of body painting.