My pussy is normally very demure. Although she’s a bit of an attention seeker, there’s nothing in her demeanor to suggest it. She’s discreet: nothing flashy about her. She’s tidy and neat and unadorned and self-contained, and now that the worst excesses of her youth (which were both excessive and often messy) are behind her, she’s a bit of a snob, too.
But when you’re around, she changes. She seems more obvious, to have more of a presence. Far from being self-contained, she starts to lose control: in her eagerness for your attention, she swells, and leaks.
She insinuates, she rubs against you, she tries to seduce you with her moisturous scent. She tries to persuade you to introduce parts of yourself into her welcoming depths. When you put your lips to hers, she opens up and draws you in.
She blossoms when you worship her: when you’re tender and teasing and gentle.
She’s ecstatic when you’re mean to her: when you torment her and pound her and push her further than she thinks she can go; when you’re relentless.
She revels in it when you make her believe she’s the hot, sticky, clenching, pulsating center of the universe.
Oh, my pussy loves you so much. And she knows her love is requited.
April 16, 2007 at 9:23 pm
oh my… you have a gorgeous pussy. i want a taste!