Saturday, August 11, 2012

THOUGHTS: I LOVE PUSSY AND SO I WORSHIP IT


Pussies are varied, of course. But the ones I love the best are shaved and smooth - with a nicely swelling mound to announce them - outer lips that are plump and firm -and an inner reality which is a paradise of delicate whorls and folds - silkily wet - a clit which hides shyly within its hood to start with - and then comes out - and sensitises its inner roots - so that they become engorged and swollen.

Praising a pussy with the tongue is unique, of course -though the labial efforts require fitness - it is no mean feat to satisfy a true woman with the tongue.

In some ways fingers are better. For one thing, there are more of them. And they can vary their ministrations. Not least, the mouth and lips are free to nibble and dote on nipples.


At my side you lie bare, I smell the sweetness that rests in your hair
I steal a kiss…
I take you in my warm embrace, run my fingers along your face
I feel my pulse doth quicken, my heart takes flight,
My soul is stricken
I trace my hand along your thigh
As you let out a soften cry
I touch your breast, your shadow outline
I hold you closer intertwine
Than at once, our lips they find
Our passion grows, our souls collide
In places we no longer hide
I place my kisses at your womb, all your favor I consume
You take my hand, you draw me near
I feel your love, I lose the fear
You take me in, I lose control
I hold you close, at once let go
Then alas while we assemble, our hearts skip
Our bodies tremble
I taste your lips, I breathe your scent
As you lie sleeping, I lie spent



I love pussy. And so, I worship it. It is so much more than just a hole to stick your cock in. It's the most beautiful thing in the world. And the girl it is attached to deserves to be worshiped just as much as the pussy, by the way!


I love pussy and am wild about the smell of it. I love to ly between the legs of a girl, on her left side, so that my head rests on her left thigh. She then closes her right leg over me and I enter a silent world, sheer heaven. I push my mouth up against her pussy and start to lick, kiss, sniff and nuzzle it. It tastes salty and creamy and I put my arms round her hips to draw her pussy close up.

When sex follows this, I must have a nice pair of smelly knickers on the pillow so that I can give them a little sniff every few seconds while kissing the girl.

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