Friday, February 24, 2012

Pussy's in the well

So, I've been doing this dingbat called Tamara. 'Servicing' is more the term for it, as her entire contribution to the sex act consists of lying still long enough to let Mr. Willy park in Mrs. Hole and attempt a three point turn. Oh, and she bites her lip and whimpers a bit. That's exciting.

She's a journalist, and as journalists do, she asks questions.... and sometimes writes down the answer.... and sometimes writes something else down if she didn't like the answer. Questions like, 'How can you defend something that's so openly demeaning to women?' She's referring to an advertisement that 'portrays women as sex objects', which she regards as part of some great 'pornification of western civilisation' or some such hysterical drivel.

While we were fucking, I asked her, "Is this demeaning to you?" She just moaned and bit her lip. "I'd better stop," I said, stopping. "I'm thinking of you as a sex object right now. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of someone else." She bit my lip and moaned.

All this gets followed by the breakfast of champions. Eggs over easy and some mild matyrdom. She's Joan of Arc in a bathrobe, with one titty hanging out, until she gathers it together.



JOAN OF ARC IN A BATHROBE: Look, I know you see other women, and I wouldn't...I mean, I'm OK with that.....

This is of course a huge relief. I'm not sure I could survive her disapproval.

JOAN OF ARC IN A BATHROBE: ....as long as I don't have to hear about it. Just....I don't want to know, OK?

She gives me the sort of teary look that pierces the hearts of lesser men and makes them start promising all sorts of shit they're not going to keep. Concede one millimetre here and the pussy's ready to whip you into monogamous drudgery, accompanied by a yawn-inducing discourse about commitment, plus the prospect of her stinging disapproval, day in, day out, till one of us dies or can't stand it any longer. Miaow! Pussy's in the well. Do you dive in like a champion, forfeiting your nuts in the process, or do you suddenly remember a pressing appointment you're already late for?

Bye now!

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