Her Majesty Paris has taken the Lead.. Accept it..

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Her Majesty Paris has taken the Lead.. Accept it.. Follow it

Postby cosmicB on Mon Jan 31, 2005 4:48 pm

Quoting a child who said about Her Majesty Paris: "panties for thought.
she is in dire need of some underwear."


It made anger boil up inside me, faster than I could write it all...

Does Miss Hilton need to wear undies?... Do I...? Does anyone...?
Remember way back, when you had to wear a diaper, so you wouldn't yellowshit and monkeypiss all over your parent's home and carpets... and for three or four or five years yet... ten for some... 50 for some others... And when it was all full and wet, and all gooey, and stinky, and a coolin' down, "Yush!", and the pee and poop acids rashing, chemical burning, your already second degree rashed tender skin, right to the nerve tips... you Screamed and Bellered and Growled in response to the slicing cutting crotch pains........ till your mindless servants attended to you...

Undies, panties, gouchies, underwear, etc... is just this culture's take on adult designer diapers... much thinner, super lighter, and fancier, prettier... easy to pull down and up, and even sexy, and pricey as hell... Some even have buttons, zippers, snaps, or ties, for lovers to get at the labia and plumbing, sooner and easier, for those infamous custom instafucks... (Hey! Don't get me wrong!.. Sometimes!...)

Victor's diapers, boxer diapers, bikini diapers, black silk diapers, red satin diapers, hotpink lace diapers... Heck they even got serious length diapers... It's a wonder some undies don't come with silk screened safety pins on the sides... or silk screened pix of what they're a hiding... only Bigger, and/or smaller, depending on gender, and on the degree of the need to lure in a hot target lover quicker...

Males who have worn guy panties forever... take a boo at your "erect" penis in the mirror... I'm bettin' it's all bent out of natural, like a trampled bush...

Personally, I haven't worn guy panties for 35-years, since I discovered that it feels totally unrestricted, and cool, and comfy, and just all 'round freedom... on the jewels that is...
Plus, there's no more of that irritating cloth material crawling up into yer arse, to tug at every few minutes...

My cousin attended a Florida medical college for several years... He told me that many Floridians don't wear underwear because underwear holds-in the required heat and moisture levels just right for the dreaded "crotch rot" syndrome... Athletes foot of the peepee... "dick 'n puss fungus"... (Plus, wearing panties for women is the base cause of most of the infamous "yeast infection" thing... which is almost exclusively caused by trace S*** touching the vagina... The horrid affliction from when "penis slips out, touches rectum, and re-enters dirty... that's the formula for no more sex for a week while she heals out that nasty itchy thht infection... Another cause, is the economizing of tissue, in which she wipes from the rect to the vag, is another common recipe for that thht infection as well... Why in this hell don't they teach that to women...)
... A week after my cousin's tip, I boycotted underwear... a month later I tossed them all in the trash... Thanks for the tip Cuz.. best bit of medical health advice I ever got...

It doesn't take much more cleanliness care and habits to forsake the panties thing, and still be clean in the crotch area... Heck! it's really a lot cleaner this way... For one there's never any crotch smell, for two this is the steraightest 8-incher I ever saw...
and it leaves the penis much more sensitive too...
Can you imagine living life with a tight piss smelly bag on your head 24/7... You don't need the bags anymore... All you need is to learn how to properly employ toilet paper, soap & water, and dry cloth, to prevent getting your trace remnant excrements all over yourself and your clothing, everytime after you've finished with the toilet... Personal cleanliness is major part of the formula for increased longevity...
Try it... Leave the designer diaper panties in the underwear drawer for a week... It'll be a whole new world of pleasant for you... frightening for some...

Does Miss Hilton need to wear panties? Jeepers no!... Maybe she has started a craze... though I've never viewed any of those infamous pix... Pix isn't my style...
I'm bet there will soon be crowds of young school kids hovering around the foot of escalators, to catch glimpses of what school doesn't teach them... and thousands of escalator police to shoo them away...

In everyway Miss Hilton is free, and alive, and wild... Why should she not be free of the "diaper" as well...?
Like I said, "Her Ladyship Miss Hilton has this world's cultures by the Nuts... Freedom is her Code of Life."... just accept that, and go play with yourself in the dark...

While the ladies are a burnin' their bras, guys should be burnin' their friggin' girlie guy panties...

Shock it to 'em Mamzelle Paris... their petty jealous opinionated brown nagging and bitching about successful people's successes and excitements, is the only kind of thing that makes 'em feel leviate enough to believe that maybe they are a bit alive... under their rocks, and in their damp dark dank and dirty mite infested caves and boxes...


Thank you Your Majesty Paris, for your Fresh Clean Breath of Honesty and Purity... in this sad world of the total opposite...
:mrgreen:
Last edited by cosmicB on Tue Mar 22, 2005 10:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Lola
 

Postby Lola on Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:09 pm

You need to integrate more bite and wit; it gets boring after the first sentence,i've seen others do it better.Alas,someone might find it funny.

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Doesn't see the humour...

Postby cosmicB on Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:55 pm

Good point...

I shall try harder Princess... I'll read your posts for keen examples of the styles you prefer... and will make the next one better... :oops:

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I'm hearing that plastic is better than males... Doubt it.

Postby cosmicB on Mon Jan 31, 2005 8:16 pm

I'm hearing women saying they can't cum without electric motor assist... "electrified pussy"... "battery powered sex"...

That flower child Toronto exec business woman lady got a bit tongue flappy sharp and cheeky in the sac, so I pretended to plug in an extension cord, and with the other end in my hand, I flipped her over in a flash, saying "You want to feel the Power, I'll show you Real Power!"...
Hot Dam!... she struggled like a captured wild dolphin in a foot of water...

I doubt that a lady's right to cum is totally all to do with what's happnin' just in the crotch area and hole...
There's a lot more to a woman than just delicious pussy...

Maybe over the years, the rest of the body just gets bored and switches off, after being with so many boys... then in common sense all you really got left is the mechanical horsey race track to get you off... But do you really feel good... or is it like chinese food... half hour later yer hungry again...
There's a big huge difference between just a quick cum, and Well F*cked... For one, she needs to be carried to the john, cuz her legs just won't work... And there's that absolutely huge achy ear to ear smile on her face that just won't relax... She can barely form a word through it...
And forsure can't take a drink of anything yet...

I'm seeing it as ladies just become so bored with the usual mindless passionless male approach and methods to sex, that some ladies have no option but to f*ck plastic and various lovely vibratey rubber things...
And with all the plagues flowing out there, using plastic and rubber toys are the only surefire option for absolutely safe sex these days... And in most of it, the only option for Good sex these days, as too many women are discovering...
They're even wearing out and burning out their vibrator... just like too many do with their men, and boys...

There are at least a hundred places that heats a woman up...
I'm thinking that women just get lazy, and forget about foreplay, mostly because they never get any... I figure for most, sex is just a dive for the clit and hole, pump, squirt, switch the sound back on the teevee, light another smoke, and brush the ashes of her chest and belly, fart a few times, and go to sleep...
And all she's thinkin about, is her sleeping vibrator and tube of cnt grease hiding in the little drawer...

There aren't any women who can't cum... There are only men who don't do enough to get woman hot....

Define "real-men", and "Three hour foreplay"...

Maybe real-women wouldn't get stuck with husbands and boyfriends who don't have a clue what Woman needs...if they could only get a little grasp of what foreplay really is...

Woman warrior needs atmosphere... and you are obviously woman warrior... most dancers are...

One delicious Jamacian Lady, playing at the Orange, in Vancouver, started her second tune by grasping a fine gold chain dangling from a gold pierced ring in her clit... and on the seventh drum beat, she pulled hard, with a lightning Flash!, ripping the ring out of her clit with the force it would take to punch someones teeth Out!...
I saw a dull blood-red, thin power-ring of extreme sudden Pain, flash and zing from all around her head, and slice through the whole audience like a growing spinning, thirty-foot diameter circular knife blade...
I watched in great wonderment as it approaced me... It nearly knocked me out of my chair when it hit me... Felt a bit like I had just been hit by a sledge hammer, and gave me major chills and rushes, and a million huge goosebumps all over my skin... as it tenderly cut my spirit like a hot knife cuts butter...
I glanced around the Club... No one else saw or felt it... like they all were asleep, or dead, or something... like they are all dead to life's greatest passions...
I'm bets sex with that warrior lady would be like a young cowboy's first try at breaking a wild stalion... all he's got is to hang on for dear life... and just hope that he gets through it alive...

Does warrior know she needs soft elevator-music, candle light, tasty oils, warm red wine, insense, massage oils, ambrosia illumination, ellumination, the velvet of soft rose touched to her cheek and throat... A three hour massage, embracing each muscle as it were a trusting wild pet, caressing away aches, pains, fears, history, doubt, time...

In first hour the princess is tantalized from head to toes beginning at her tiniest fingertip in a soft firm squeeze, after squeeze, after squeeze... up and down baby finger in a hundred honest squeezes... and to another finger...
Touch and breath paints cool rivers serenading soul's primal fantasy...
Tongue tastes a glowing mile of buzzing soft flesh, longing for more, More, MORE!... and fearing too much..
A tap into Venus's cosmic source pulls womanhood to a hundred orgasms per minute... till she forgets how to breathe... Cries out "StoP! stop stop stop".. oh stop?.. no don't stop!.. I do mean do stop.. I think?... ohh I don't know what I mean"...
An Angel takes a breather break... Gets her breathing under control... repositions herself, and says through the warrior's hot sly bratty grin, and bright emerald flashes in her eyes... "Can you do it again?"... and braces herself for something extremely Powerful that she totally doesn't have a clue about... only knows it feels Real Good!... and makes her afraid to open her eyes... just incase she really is at the ceiling... and to open her eyes might very well break the spell...

Hour 2, the Princess slept through... while the master removes old scars that only sleep's blindness will release to forget...

Hour 3, softly whispers, "turn over"... Princess hasn't a clue what planet she's on... Again looks to discover that she's actually totally nude... rolls to on her back... Caress empties adrenals steadily along two half-hour rush... Princess surfs cosmic currents... Every part of every inch is begging to again meet painting tongue, cool breath, roaming fingertip...
Soul seeks Soul, bidding it to come out and play...
Relaxed Princess, Master of her night... rolls and sitz... blinks a lengthy blink... and through passion's sleepy eyes, asks in soft slow breaking primal speech... upon noticing she's totally naked, and where she is...
"uh? what's your name?"...

We fall asleep exhausted... Then wake, run for a pee, sip some ice wine, relight the fireplace, put some music on... then start all over again...
This time I'm playing her favorite tunes backbeats on and around her clit with the tip of my tongue...
She speaks through deep low long moans and a giggle... "I'm thinking I know what my very most favorite song is going to be..."
Glad to hear it... And can you tell me why this is the second time I have to peel you off the wall...
Go through the pain, to find the motherload orgasm waiting to be released like an angry tiger in a cage ready to bolt and escape into Life...
Then all I've got, is to just hang onto something solid for dear life, while woman runs up my back and soul, on her way going purpleplanet, and beyond...


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