My militant pussy
I am putting a stop to the Brazilian maddness until further notice. The endless torture to make myself pink and bald is going to stop - right now! My pussy bill is almost $1300.00 a year - that is more than Masur's car insurance!
Not that I am planning on having a "Chewbacca after a fight" kind of pussy...more like a formal French garden kind of womanhood. The sexy, in-your-face, over puberty, pot-smoking, sex maniac that I am, I desire age-appropriate beaver styling. Which will mean a bit of hair. Don't like it? Too bad! I am sick of the cash it takes to make me look like I am 11.
No one with a penis has said anything to me about my new between-the-legs style. However, it was a boy that inspired me to think about what I have been doing to my genitalia. Crackerjack and I have become fast friends and it is a great thing to have someone in your life that appreciates your insanity. After a few cocktails, Crackerjack was very open and honest about the number of bald, cougar pussies in the city and how sick he was of it. In his words "I want to know I am fucking a full fledged woman not a I-wish-I-was a girl, girl". This surprized me - don't believe the Brazilian hype, apparently.
With my new adventure of hair, I have been getting quite a bit of lip(!) from my girlfriends and Masur is leading the pack. It is a bold thing to run against current views on waxing. The salons will tell you that sex will be better and cleaner and therefore you should pay a minimum of $70.00 for the organic "if you want to keep your man" honey sugar wax. Now, I am not so sure about that. For one thing, I shower at least twice a day and I highly doubt that somewhere in between I will manage a quickie in a place without running water...It's not like I live in Regina or something...hahaha
So I am boldly going forth with a coiffed pussy. Fuck Brazil, I am going for topiary.
Not that I am planning on having a "Chewbacca after a fight" kind of pussy...more like a formal French garden kind of womanhood. The sexy, in-your-face, over puberty, pot-smoking, sex maniac that I am, I desire age-appropriate beaver styling. Which will mean a bit of hair. Don't like it? Too bad! I am sick of the cash it takes to make me look like I am 11.
No one with a penis has said anything to me about my new between-the-legs style. However, it was a boy that inspired me to think about what I have been doing to my genitalia. Crackerjack and I have become fast friends and it is a great thing to have someone in your life that appreciates your insanity. After a few cocktails, Crackerjack was very open and honest about the number of bald, cougar pussies in the city and how sick he was of it. In his words "I want to know I am fucking a full fledged woman not a I-wish-I-was a girl, girl". This surprized me - don't believe the Brazilian hype, apparently.
With my new adventure of hair, I have been getting quite a bit of lip(!) from my girlfriends and Masur is leading the pack. It is a bold thing to run against current views on waxing. The salons will tell you that sex will be better and cleaner and therefore you should pay a minimum of $70.00 for the organic "if you want to keep your man" honey sugar wax. Now, I am not so sure about that. For one thing, I shower at least twice a day and I highly doubt that somewhere in between I will manage a quickie in a place without running water...It's not like I live in Regina or something...hahaha
So I am boldly going forth with a coiffed pussy. Fuck Brazil, I am going for topiary.
posted by Tits Malone at 2:47 p.m.
1 Comments:
You go girl!! It would take a lot more than peer pressure for me to let a stranger apply hot wax to my hoo hoo. Unless he was incredibly attractive and it was some sort of game, but that, my dear, is another story.
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