The pussy is undoubtedly the most powerful organ for subjugation of man ever created. From puberty to decrepitude men worship and often try to control it; and only the wisest women understand the awesome power of the wet, crack housed between the leg of them and their sisters and mothers and their aunts…….
Through the ages it has been a commodity to be sold, bought, traded, bartered, stolen, killed for, died for, and worshiped by many.
The church itself, aware of the awesome power of the crevice, and fearful that men can easily become enslaved by its immense power, tried to legislate against its indiscriminate over use; creating laws and penalties; any man caught in possession of, or illegally using a pussy that had not been previously purchased or sanctified through the contract of marriage, was liable to punishment by fine, public ridicule and even imprisonment. And of course the church itself received a stipend for each sale.
Even so, this insidious drug has continued to enslave generations of both males and females, drawing them into lives of dependency, crime, usury, debt and idolatry.
Many a man who thinks that his cock is the key to accessing the power and so unravel the mystery of the goddess Pussy, end up becoming mere slaves, who will do or say anything, or even sell their souls to be allowed to penetrate the mysterious depths of the wet, sucking, pulsating mouth of the she devil.
It is only when a man understands this power, that he is no longer controlled by it. Even so, many will forever continue to worship the little wet goddess and to lose themselves in its warm, liquid, will-sapping embrace.
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A view through a smoky window
Sometimes, through the haze of alcohol blurred eyes and the smoke of imported weed, our submerged subconscious is able to glimpse the truth about life, or the truth that is true at the time of viewing. Which, is the same as saying that the colour grey cannot be truly defined, but changes with perception, the time of day, the light and the mood of the viewer.
And what was the truth I glimpsed last night; or the illusion of a glimpse into eternity?
It was that from the moment we are born we are set on decays conveyor belt, sliding inextricably through a melange of experiences, accidents, mistakes and misunderstandings. The very combustible air we breathe consumes us, and the food we stuff into our faces, turns to acid in our mouths, dissolving our teeth and rotting in our guts.
There is no escape. No amount of face cream, rejuvenating ointment, injections and the knife of the surgeon can delay by one measly second, the silently sliding runway
My name is……..Mrs Anonymous, and I am not an alcoholic, or a drug addict.
Though I, like many others of my age, circumstance and social standing are prone to abuse alcohol on a socially acceptable basis, and have been known to become unstable, giggly and moderately incoherent while toppling into a waiting taxi in the wee-small hours.
Tobacco has never really been my poison of choice. Having said that, I did succumb to the charms of what is affectionately known as wacky-baccie while in my second year at a prestigious university, and quickly discovered that marijuana and sex were a heady, intoxicating mix; even though I didn’t always remember the nastier details when the smoke cleared from my befuddled brain; which for me particularly, is a wonderful novelty.