I was spending a naked late night recently with a new potential fuck-buddy and we were having a great time.   We'd had a few beers, had some porn on the tube and were rolling around laughing and sucking and soon I got down to his nice, sweet juicy ass.  I really enjoy getting my tongue nice and deep up there and he was moaning and groaning.

But then suddenly he said it.  He said a word that stopped my tongue in its track.  "Oh yeah," he said "yeah, get it nice and wet.  I want you to fuck my twinkle-twat."  SCREEECH!  What?!

Now I figured out what he was talking about based on the location of my face but "Twinkle-Twat?!"  WTF!

So here's a list of the most cringe-worthy words we've heard here at the office for a man's ass or asshole.  Tell us what you think in the poll on the right side of the page. Vote for the most cringe-worthy word or phrase.

And yes, I did fuck his Twinkle-Twat in the end.  What can I say? I was horny and it was an awfully nice Twinkle-Twat.

CUNT:  Okay, some guys get off on having their holes abused and really letting themselves go.  I like a good hard pounding myself.  But some guys just can't handle the thought that the guy they're with has a Cunt.

TWINKLE-TWAT: Maybe I'm the only one in the world who has ever heard this, although I suspect my buddy's other tricks might have heard it too.  Twat is bad enough but why the hell is it twinkling?

I had felt really alone all day.  Even on the street and on the subway, there was somethiing - a fine veil - between me and everyone else in the world.  It was almost like I was in a dream, a nightmare really.  No one could see me.  No one could pull me from my lonliness.  No one could save me.

Could i be awakened from my stupor?

I entered the club mid-afternoon, fully knowing I might be the only one there.  The man (a boy, really.  Maybe 23) behind the counter took my money but didn't look up, too immersed in his phone to see the man before him.  The lonely man.

I could sit here naked in the dark all night.  Naked and raw.

I waited.  I could sense the sky getting darker outside even though I couldn't see anything in the basement of the sex club.  The dirty smell was both revolting and heart-warming.  How many hours of my life had I spent buried in that smell? It was like home, both good and bad - like home.

I felt a light brush of air - (was it lips?) by my right ear.  I turned but the warmth was now at my left ear. 

"Want me?" I thought I heard.

Had it been that I was the one not paying attention?  I hadn't realized anyone was near.

"Do you want me?" the voice said more clearly.

I didn't try to turn this time.  I stood there, thinking "Yes! Yes, I want you?" But I said nothing.