10-27-2014, 05:47 PM
There we go again, talking about our pussies when we should be
greeting our cherished newcomers.
I want to apologize for an egotistical assumption I've been making.
To wit:
Not all of you wonderful people are abecedarians; some of you are
mature, sophisticated, skillful writers looking for a place
that takes poetry seriously. A place where criticism isn't
vacuous blandishment; but an honest, intelligent analysis
of our art.
Welcome, you have found a home.
As sincerely as ever,
Ray
Though, to be honest, many of you have pussies and are,
most appropriately, fond of sharing the joy of having one
with friends, colleagues, casual acquaintances, siblings,
family pets, and the occasional door.
So let us not ignore this sublime creation of the gods:
Asked, obviously, by someone who's never had a pussy.
Pussies aren't the pierced, they are the piercers and the gods have
endowed them with extremely sharp teeth* for this very purpose.
Obviously, a pussy is not something to fuck around with.
But, when handled properly, they become a pleasurable source of
amusement and, most importantly, love.
But let me tell you a few things about my cute little pussy.
My pussy likes to play with balls, though some find it rather
annoying that she likes to bite and chew them. My pussy loves
to be petted and rubbed and has the cutest tiny pink nose.
Of course, like all things in life, having a pussy is not all fun.
It gets rashes in hot weather, it smells like fish every once-
in-a-while, curly black hair gets hairballs (especially when it
gets stuff stuck in it), and, if I'm not careful, when it comes
in close contact with dogs it can get fleas. Damn dogs!
But those are minor problems considering how much I love
my pussy. What about your pussy?
*My pussy's teeth:
![[Image: Cat_teeth.jpg]](http://wordbiscuit.com/im6/Cat_teeth.jpg)
greeting our cherished newcomers.
I want to apologize for an egotistical assumption I've been making.
To wit:
Not all of you wonderful people are abecedarians; some of you are
mature, sophisticated, skillful writers looking for a place
that takes poetry seriously. A place where criticism isn't
vacuous blandishment; but an honest, intelligent analysis
of our art.
Welcome, you have found a home.
As sincerely as ever,
Ray
Though, to be honest, many of you have pussies and are,
most appropriately, fond of sharing the joy of having one
with friends, colleagues, casual acquaintances, siblings,
family pets, and the occasional door.
So let us not ignore this sublime creation of the gods:
(10-27-2014, 05:14 PM)Leanne Wrote: When did you get your pussy pierced, Ray?
Asked, obviously, by someone who's never had a pussy.
Pussies aren't the pierced, they are the piercers and the gods have
endowed them with extremely sharp teeth* for this very purpose.
Obviously, a pussy is not something to fuck around with.
But, when handled properly, they become a pleasurable source of
amusement and, most importantly, love.
But let me tell you a few things about my cute little pussy.
My pussy likes to play with balls, though some find it rather
annoying that she likes to bite and chew them. My pussy loves
to be petted and rubbed and has the cutest tiny pink nose.
Of course, like all things in life, having a pussy is not all fun.
It gets rashes in hot weather, it smells like fish every once-
in-a-while, curly black hair gets hairballs (especially when it
gets stuff stuck in it), and, if I'm not careful, when it comes
in close contact with dogs it can get fleas. Damn dogs!
But those are minor problems considering how much I love
my pussy. What about your pussy?
*My pussy's teeth:
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions