iF-U-C-K Me

Hello Darlings, Vice here.

Yes, Brittney is a bad little girl. We all know that.  But she IS a little girl. And I don't do women who are the same ages as my daughters. Not that they would want to do me. Just sayin'. So her little song about "If You Seek Amy" is fun, but not what I want.

 I am insatiable.

I refuse to believe there are no women in the world like me. When I say "like", I mean married or involved, sexual, seriously BI-sexual, attractive, feminine and independently sexual from their male counterparts. I REFUSE.

Maybe I'm delusional.

But I don't think so.

They have to be out there, but perhaps they aren't HERE, meaning where I am, meaning my quadrant, area, state, city, town, neighborhood, street (how sweet would THAT be?)

So how do I find them?

I'm on a couples dating site. Many women state they are bi-sexual on it.  But if they are, are they only bi after a few glasses of wine and when hubby watches? I think yes.

Because I have approached some and they say they "don't play alone" aka hubby has to watch.

Whatever. My Bent wants to watch. But it's up to me. If I say, "No, this is mine," then he honors that.

Although I want it to be a partnership, as per my last post, I also need pussy. I want pussy. I long for it, taste it in my mouth.

How can you NOT wax poetic about cunt?

The touch of downy hair returning my kiss as my soft lips brush it; the smell of heady, musky, cloying perfume, sometimes tart, sometimes rich, always sweet, always addicting. The soft flesh pulsing inside my mouth as I suck and caress her folds, slick with her juices....my tongue plunges in, my fingers slide back, I suck rhythmically and her hips buck up off of the bed in a slow dance lead by my mouth and her cunt....

my chin is wet.

My cunt is wet.

I'm insatiable.


Love,

Vice