Killer Peach Fuzz

I read one of the best articles the other day from Georgia Peach. And judging from the number of people who responded, this blog entry resonated with many people.

Deep breath.

Those who have read my blog since the beginning know I normally don't use the P-word. Well, I like calling it a vagina. Clinical, I know, but that is the word I like using. But in this instance, I will call it the P-word. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. I said it.

I sort of had to say it, because we are talking about "Killer Pussy." Click the link, and read the blog. It will be more entertaining than mine – because Ms. Georgia Peach wrote one heck of a blog entry. I normally don't taught other people's work (sort of anti-"look at me", aka attention-whore), but it is one funny and true entry).

Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. (Heck, I feel like I will climax before this entry is written.)

Like Georgia Peach, when I was in my twenties and early thirties, I thought I was – cough – very talented "down there." But the funny thing is that guys don't give extra credit for how killer our pussies are. Whether I just lay there – "done yet, hun?" – or am Ms. Freak, it makes no difference to a guy. He squirts and cums always. Some feminists say that God is a woman – not based on this little tidbit. Read that last part – he squirts and cums always. As reliable as old faithful. Okay, there are some medical conditions that don't allow some men to be old faithful, but there is a billion-dollar pharmaceutical industry making this right as I type this.

Back on the subject – killer pussy. Goodness, I love writing that word today. Pussy. Pussy. Pussy.

So for guys, all pussy is pretty much the same – heck of a realization, but there it is. I comfort myself in knowing that I give the best freekin' blowjobs in Savannah. I am sure my work number is on some bathroom wall somewhere – probably the courthouse with the types of guys I was seeing. Jees. Back to the subject at hand, so to speak.

We women know that not all penises are created equal. Now I have not gotten government money to field-test this idea, but from a woman's perspective, some guys are just duds (but they still orgasm; life ain't fair). I mean, they spew and all, but there is just not a lot of umph in their drive. Is that delicate enough? It's not that they can't locate the pussy; they just don't know really what to do once their head is buried in the prize. We all know the joke: "Why don't women cum more often. Answer: Who cares."

I freekin' care. I mean, on occasion after lovemaking, I have said to hubbie, "Is that all? Oh." Okay, I have said this twice – once because I was stupid, and the second time because I was frustrated.

Now, I have to believe that men want to please their women. When I was messing around, I would go out of my way for some nice, sweaty sex where the man knew what he was doing.

I find it so ironic that many women are good at doing their little pussy tricks (I deceived myself for so long as well), and men could almost care less. A little friction, a little moisture and most men are just orgasm-ing everywhere. Fill 'er up time. And men, who get theirs whether they are good or not, don't seem to know it is that important. It is like they enjoy the hunt – "gonna bad me some of that sweet tang this evening." (Note: I was that girl in school that said the word "sh-t, and it did not sound natural; typing that last sentence seemed the same way, a bit forced and unnatural.) They will spend lots of time setting up for the event, but once it is there, they figure "if I go really fast and strong, that'll be just dandy."

All, please head on over to Georgia Peach – her take on this is to die for.

Ladies, we are deceiving ourselves with our killer pussy – we really are. But I know some moves with my tongue that will make the one-eyed snake do tricks. It is just that "killer BJ" doesn't sound sexy and nasty at the same time.