Gloria Shields was having trouble with her vagina. Not gynie problems, nothing physical. No this was more complicated than that. Her vagina was angry. If not angry then jealous. It wanted more out of life and it was tired of being a well behaved little cunny bunny. Gloria's husband Hector was a meticulous lover in a step one step two kind of way but there was very little thrill in Hectors drill. If sex with Hector was a movie it would be a documentory. Gloria's vagina wanted a film festival dammit.
Please Pirate thisPost. Copy and paste this and finish it over at your place and then leave a message here in the comments. It would be fun to see where it goes and god knows this place could use a little fun. It's hot, everyone seems cranky, Theo can't get the Feds to deliver her AC, the Man won't let Monte eat at his big boy restaurant, Trig wants to be Al Roker AND he's hogging the bed. So please so I don't get cranky too just give it a whirl. Thanks that's why I love you all. (Yes I just said that to guilt you into trying this. Why do you have to make me beg people?)


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To be continued..........
Sounds very interesting and lots of fun. Can I just post my Seductive desire poem and add to the bottom of it, because honey I think that is just what the lady needs..
Great post.. Thanks for the smile. and laughs
and yhea ... Trig is totally a bed hog.
you have no idea just how angry vaginas are where I am at. one of these days, you would see war that cannot be seen but makes things implode and contained anyway
you know, there are whole villages in Southern India where every one of these are infected and every child is born with HIV. O yes.
the vaginas cannot say "no" because they were trained not to, and because they don't like getting evicted, but angry they are inside, that is true...
hope I can round up some together and start the evil unnatural battle of saying "NO!" loud and clear ...
:)
G's spot wanted more out of life and it was tired of being a well behaved little cunny bunny. Gloria's husband Hector was a meticulous lover in a step one step two kind of way but there was very little thrill in Hector's drill. If sex with Hector was a movie it would be a documentory. Gloria's vagina wanted a film festival dammit.
Sometimes G's spot would get so bored with Hector's black-and-white shorts -- the kind you were forced to watch in phys ed showing bees pollinating flowers -- that it would explode from the pent-up pressure. Feeling guilty, Gloria always apologized afterward, but Hector never understood what she was apologizing for. He just looked blankly, then stared away.