Friday, November 27, 2009
Love of the cat
I love my pussy - yes my pussy. I do not call her vagina that just sounds to fucking prissy. Pussy is what I call her; she takes care of me, I take care of her. She insists that I groom her to his liking. I oblige. He likes her bald and smelling of a hint of jasmine. She is always well moist and plumped when he is around. She loves him, I know it. Always so fucking ready to do his bidding - at times I am disgusted at her weakness for him. She missed the ‘am woman hear me roar’ movement, the ‘burn ya bra’ rally. He on the other hand gloats at the measure of control he has over her. But what can I do, but give in.
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To thine self be true. Confident women don't need to ashamed of their bodies or their sexuality. They embrace it, they use it to satisfy those whom they desire and who desire them. Sex is a natural part of life. Dicatating pleasure beyond realms. The pussy, the vagina, the cunt, the all embracing power of the universe.
ReplyDeleteaye aye Anastasia. ah waiting on your blog
ReplyDeleteAMEN! Mine missed the movement too. I ain't mad at her. lol
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