SMELLY GENITALS
July 27th 2008 08:43
Sometimes, after you sober up and open your eyes completely, you wonder: how can the world be this cruel? And you’ll find that it’s night, that a little squint of the moon is out and it radiates the tiny white things around it, and there are no clouds, and it’s freezing out, but none of that matters, because, well, there’s someone so horrifyingly beautiful standing next to you, with her curves and her slender fingers and her nice smelling hair and that genuine soul you will never, ever have the privilege of owning yourself. I’m a poet but the words were frightened of her beauty, so all I had left was a pencil and a piece of paper and fear and nothing else. She pushed me against a wall and I thought, No, but I couldn’t move. We could only hear each other’s breathing and the movement of skin, the movement of light clothes. She undid my tie and I didn’t want her to. Her fingers ran around it and pulled, and the tie escaped and fell on the floor and I couldn’t hold it back from me. My jacket fell soon after and I thought, No. She touched my ears and I stared at her earrings. They moved and stayed and made the world a better place. She moved closer to me and I thought, No, men shouldn’t have to go through this. Her leg slowly moved against mine and I heard the movement, felt the movement. Her face was serious; her cheeks were slightly flustered, her eyes stayed focused on me, on my eyes, my lips, my neck. We were both breathing hard. I thought, No, this is not right, but I was frozen like, well, something that's frozen. She put my hand up her dress and…
“No,” I said. “I can’t.”
“What?” She looked confused.
I laughed. I picked my tie and jacket up. I could move again.
“What’s wrong, Dean?”
“Nothing.”
“No, tell me, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing!”
“Fucking tell me!”
“Nothing!”
“Tell me!”
“Shut up! No! Piss off!”
Her nickname is Vicki the Vicious Vagina. Some people call her SC. Rumour is that if she’s in your class, you’ll be able to smell her vagina if even if she’s at one end of the room and you’re in the other. If she’s in a club, you’ll smell her vagina even if you’re still outside lining up. I thought I could give it a go. I thought, I’ve put up with a lot more. I really thought I could do it. But eighty percent of the rumours were true. It’s not exactly a horrible smell. It’s a strange smell, like some mystical fog that leaves you confused and pissed off. I mean, I’ve had a few complaints about my own smell quite a number of times, sometimes I even complain about my own smell. But these complaints only happen after a long day, after I jog or vomit or pass gas or pass out, after all my clothes are off.
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Comment by Mountain Fog
oddly, reminds me of my first and last attempt at cunnilingus... one dark and hashish heady night...
fog
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
Hahahaha
I like that I can sometimes relate to your comment
Comment by Cibbuano
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Comment by Raoul Duke
Style of Eye
But an unclean vagina is not a pleasant thing, I will agree.
Comment by Auntie Simone
Chuck a bit of soap at it.
And leave your shirt on.
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
A friend told me that a strong smell comes from some sort of PH imbalance... and a good way to get rid it is to dip it in vinegar, and also to change your diet drastically.
HMMMMM..........
Comment by Mountain Fog
I wonder, maybe that's why I went totally gay?
cheers
oh...and I love fish food, but preferably on a plate with a nice freshly made tartar sauce and crisp chips!
te hee
fog
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