Shoot one's wad

Well, I guess I have about "shot my wad," and had better "cork up," or I might find my way to the waste-basket.

There, I have shot my wad. I have told you in a few words what we have done, and you, my brothers, are now standing just where we were 25 years ago.

"You're not pregnant again?" he inquired chattily. "God, no. Fritzie shot his wad." "Quite a wad," Mark approved.

Negotiations between United Airlines and striking pilots broke off yesterday after the two sides . . . became deadlocked over back-to-work provisions. . . . Ralph Colliander, a board mediator, was quoted by The Associated Press as saying: "We have shot our wad. You get burnt up once in a while."

When the old hair falls out, new hair begins to replace it, and the cycle starts again, though not for Harry, who says his follicles have shot their wad.

I have a special fondness for all late summer bloomers since so many gardens, and all the fancy perennial gardens, have shot their wad by then.

During the summer of 1965 my two daughters and I, traveling on a very limited budget, shot our wad at Sharrow Bay - and never regretted a penny of it.

However, Mike had shot his wad into the mouth of the man whose body was now jammed back against his and he began jacking the throbbing cock faster and harder!

It's a strange thing this yellow liquid, the bodily fluid of a stranger. What was he thinking when he shot his wad? Is he somewhere now wondering about his sperm? Is he at this very moment wondering if a woman somewhere is inseminating with his seed? Well, we are! Here we are in Boston, and we are!

Grabbing hold of his throbbing organ, he started to turn away from her, had second thoughts, and proceeded to shoot his wad, ejaculate all over the sweating, sultry body that was stretched out, languishing at his feet.