In fact I have never had that fear-of-swallowing problem... I couldn't say why. I must be a loose, unmoraled woman. But I will not save splooge for my pineapple juice; it goes down straight or lands elsewhere.
The thing about swallowing isn't so much the taste as the fact that it never really goes all the way down for hours. I drink Coke or something to try to dissolve it and brushing your tongue only helps so much. There's that hanging stringy feeling that lingers. It is foul.
I'll let you know how it works after my honeymoon, which is coming up soon, because I'm going to be somebody's wife. I'm going to have a husband. I'm going to be a spouse, and life will veer into a downward spiral from there but before I go, I will rinse down my new husband's jism with Tang.
Just fucking end it. You wouldn't be the first person to call off an engagement.
Why waste a miserable 5 years before you finally accept that you don't want to marry this person and have to go through a divorce, possibly ruining the life of a child or two?