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Like most straight men. I like pussy. No. I love pussy.

Women are great to. But pussy's fantastic.

When you're with pussy it's all about your hormones and your urges and thousands of generations of your DNA screaming at you to "Eat it, lick it, suck it, FUCK IT!"

So you do, because it's what you were made for. This is your purpose in life. Everything you've ever done or ever will do is because of pussy.

It's the kind of realisation that can bring enlightenment. Complete and total inner peace. Inner peace and a hard-on.

This is the reason for your pathetic existence. And for a moment that existence has meaning. It's good. When she moans, and screams, and writhes, and comes in your mouth, and squeezes your cock, and crushes your ears with her thighs. When she fulfills HER purpose. You become one with the universe and all is well.

It's just a shame that nothing lasts forever. Perfection is fleeting. There's only so much time you can devout to pussy. Only so much energy you have to expend. Only so long you can spend with your tongue tasting like piss before you need to stop.

But the good thing is once you've rested you can go back for more. Once you've gone off one particular brand or vintage, you can go find another that will allow you to continue to fulfill your purpose. Because pussy is why you exist and you are why pussy exists. That is your meaning of life. If God existed, pussy was his reason for creating you.

Pussy, cunt, vagina. A sexual organ by any other name...