Pu**y is my Passion. Nothing is more intriguing, more mysterious, more beautiful and more wondrous than that, which lies at the apogee of a woman’s legs.
Think about it. Through the eons, men have killed in an attempt to gain or keep from losing the soft, tunnel-like cushions between their woman’s legs. Hell, men have started wars over a woman’s sweet tender sl*t! For all of history and for all of eternity, that is the power that women hold over men—that is their great equalizer.
And that’s why I love to eat pu**y. Oh, sure I love to f**k, but that’s the entrée. I am just as fascinated by the tasty appetizer. That’s just as good, and that’s what gets you to the entrée. Place a pretty woman’s throbbing, glistening wet c**t in front of my mouth and I am tireless. And if she happens to dine on me at the same time I can do it for hours—really. As you might have guessed, eating all that pu**y made me a pretty good c**ny-licker.
I know there’s no such word, but shouldn't there be. After all, fellatrix is the word for c**ks**ker, why shouldn’t there be a comparable word for a person who studies and excels at the science of eating…pu*-*-*-*y?