Men, what would we do
without you, your hungry probing members, your wonderful raw appetites, your
roving hands and eager appreciation of a short skirt on a windy day. Walking
past a busy building site we are reminded by you why God gave us curves and
sleek thighs, flowing hair and beguiling eyelashes.
But we appreciate ourselves
as well, some of us too much. Some of us are so taken by what we have we want
to enjoy it for ourselves, and need to share kisses with our own kind from time
to time, to remind ourselves how pleasurable the swell of a breast feels in our
hands or to explore a moist crevice as the sweet creature we are enjoying gasps
and pants in enjoyment of our attention.
And of course, knowing how,
as females, we benefit from those occasional painful lessons we have to learn
across your knee, our panties humiliatingly lowered and our protests ignored as
you attempt to spank a little goodness into us, so with our own kind we take
pleasure in administering pleasurable punishments from time to time, pinking
our partner’s pretty bottoms till we feel the need to kiss it all better and
start again from the beginning, exchanging endearments with our fluids.
Dear God, thank you for
making me a girl. Amen!
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