P*SSY B*ZZ K*LL

the battle.

My p*ssy is one finicky little bitch. If she’s in a great mood, life is great. If she’s not feelin’ it, neither am I. I know we think with our minds, but my mind won’t do a damn thing without consulting my p*ssy first.

With that said, I live for a good p*ssy buzz… that thrilling, giddy twinkle that keeps butterflies in your stomach and cheeks flushed with anticipation. That pep in your step, sparkle in your eye, that giggle, that tension, that blush… 

My mood is directly related to my p*ssy buzz. 

Now you may think this is not the topic for a lady to discuss, but I beg to differ. A lady knows to be coy on the street and a seductress in the bedroom. And a lady knows a good p*ssy buzz can be her best asset, and can get her anything her little heart desires. 

So that’s the challenge, to keep that little lady happy. And she is one high maintenance little puss. Everything is black and white for her… either fuel for a p*ssy buzz, or an abrupt p*ssy buzz kill - like the record coming to a screeching hault. It’s one or the other. Up or down. Buzz or buzz kill. 

So herein lies my constant battle: Shield the p*ssy buzz kill, chase the p*ssy buzz.

This is my quest for that thrilling twinkle… feel free to join. 

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