Decoding the Cream: Whats the Feeling of Being Creampied Like?

Well, how does it feel? I’ll tell ya, it ain’t somethin’ you talk about polite company, but it’s life, ain’t it? So, let’s get down to it, no fancy words, just plain talk.

First off, it’s messy. Real messy. Like, you know, when you spill a whole jar of somethin’ sticky on the floor? Yeah, kinda like that. But it’s a warm sticky, if you get my drift. Not unpleasant warm, mind you, just… warm. And it sure feels different than just, you know, regular stuff.

Some folks say it feels like… hmm, how do I put this? Like a balloon fillin’ up inside ya. Not air, mind you, but somethin’ thicker. And it kinda pulses, they say. Like a little heartbeat down there. I wouldn’t know personally, just hearin’ things.

It ain’t just about the feelin’ down there, though. It’s the whole… the whole thing.
Like, you feel him gettin’ all excited, right? And then, bam! It’s like a wave.
A warm wave crashin’ over ya. Some folks like it rough, some like it gentle.
Just depends on the person, I reckon.

Now, I heard some young gals sayin’ it feels like… get this… a “jam doughnut.” Can you believe that? A jam doughnut! I guess they mean it’s sweet and gooey. Kids these days, always with the crazy talk. But I guess it makes sense in a weird way. It’s definitely gooey, that’s for sure.

But it ain’t all just feelin’s, you know? It’s… it’s kinda primal, I guess. Like, you know, animals doin’ what animals do. It’s about makin’ babies, mostly. Or at least, that’s what it used to be about. Now, folks just do it for fun, seems like. Times have changed, ain’t they?

And it ain’t the same every time, neither. Sometimes it’s quick, sometimes it’s slow. Sometimes it’s deep, sometimes it’s not. Just depends on the mood, the people involved, and what they’re lookin’ for. And how well… how well they fit together, if you catch my meanin’.

Some folks say they can actually feel it, you know, the… the stuff, inside. They say it’s like a little tickle, but way stronger. Like when someone tickles your arm, but a thousand times more intense. I can’t rightly say, but that’s what they say. And some say it builds up, like a storm brewin’. And then, when it hits, it’s like fireworks. All that pent-up energy just… explodes.

It ain’t just about the body, though. It’s the mind, too. You gotta be… you gotta be connected to the other person, I think. Otherwise, it’s just… it’s just empty. Like rubbin’ two sticks together without gettin’ a fire. You know what I mean? Gotta have that spark, that connection.

Now, I ain’t no expert, mind you. Just an old woman who’s seen and heard a few things. But I reckon it’s different for everyone. What one person likes, another might not. And that’s just fine. It’s a personal thing, ain’t it? Like your favorite color, or your favorite food. It’s all a matter of taste.

And it ain’t always easy, neither. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s uncomfortable. But if you’re with the right person, and you’re both on the same page, then it can be… well, it can be somethin’ special. Somethin’ that makes you feel alive, and connected to another human bein’. And in this crazy world, that’s somethin’ to be thankful for.

So, there ya have it. My two cents on the whole thing. It’s messy, it’s gooey, it’s warm, it’s intense, it’s a little ticklish sometimes, it can be about making babies, and it can be about fun. And it’s definitely somethin’ folks don’t talk about enough, even though it’s a big part of life for a whole lot of people. It’s complicated, but it’s also simple. And that’s the truth of it, as best as I can tell ya.