Every once in a while, I hear a woman lament that there are no “good men” out there.

I disagree that there are no good men out there. Good men are everywhere. What constitutes a “good man”? Women generally describe a good man as someone who is affectionate, communicative, has a genuine desire to commit, and has the character to honor his commitments. They are not hard to find. In fact, women are constantly interacting with good men daily, but they are not choosing them as partners. Why?

As you know, I root my analysis of human behavior in universal truths about nature. With a willingness to see nature as it really is, and a basic understanding of the evolutionary process, one can understand why many women are left with a high-mileage box, and an assumption that all men are alike.

It is not in a woman’s nature to be attracted to what we deem as good men. The qualities I listed above are not characteristic of men who dominate other men and reproduce. You must remember that there is very little difference between our genotype, and that of the Cro-Magnon. We are 30,000 years old. Our technological inventions haven’t necessarily evolved us. Primitive man either dominated other males in his tribe and fucked as many females as he could during his lifespan, or he would be dominated and rejected by females, thus not be able to reproduce at all. Today is not much different. If you want to have a large, prosperous family, you must be powerful, not sensitive.

Women are intuitively aware of this, and that is why they continually choose to spread for the “bad boy”. Many of them are not even consciously aware of why they are attracted to the asshole who will inevitably, at best, will not commit…at worst, destroy their lives. Women interact with good men daily. Perhaps he is a coworker, or perhaps he is an underling. Perhaps he asked you out, but you lied and told him that you had a boyfriend. You rejected him because he didn’t turn you on in any way. That benign feeling is your instinct that tells you not to breed with a powerless man.

A reason why women often do not commit to a good man (that she might happen to be fucking) is that she is not necessarily built to. Humans are not ducks. We do not mate for life. In fact, we are quite promiscuous. Our societies have constructed marriage, not our genes. It is not uncommon for female primates to reproduce with several partners over a lifetime. A friend of mine once said to me, “Women are better dealers. No matter who they’re with, they will always keep an eye out for a better deal”. It is in a woman’s nature to constantly seek a more viable breeding partner. It does not make them bad people, it’s just nature.

Right now, you are citing exceptions to this rule. You know several couples (possibly even your own parents) who have spent their entire lives together and who are somewhat happy about it. There are people who have the character to make a lifetime commitment to a partner, to strive to be a better one as time goes on, and can remain monogamous. They are the exception. Their emotional intelligence and cognitive skills prevent them from yielding to their basal human wants.

Speaking of basal human wants, here’s the pussy of the day:

http://www.penis-enlargment.info/worldsex/inthecrack05/15.jpg

She has an unusually large clitoral hood and what seems like a second set of inverted inner labia.  Not bad.

The Pussicurean

Today is my 35th birthday. I just received in the mail a 50 dollar money order from my best friend, whom, after leaving his wife, sleeps on his mother’s couch and earns a meager living.

It occurred to me that it is never the gift itself that is that makes one generous…it’s the greatness of the sacrifice. I’ve had multimillionaire friends give me a coffee mug from Ross Dress For Less as a housewarming gift. This not only required no sacrifice, but I knew that every evening they spent 40 times that amount on their dinner. It wasn’t a gift, but an insult.

My friend Barry needed that 50 dollars almost as much as I do, but he chose to send it, because he knows that I’m starving. No friend has ever made that kind of sacrifice. Do you have quality friends like Barry? Perhaps there will be a day in your life when you truly need a friend to make a sacrifice for you. You will be surprised at who comes through for you (if anyone does).

speaking of Barry, we both relate to each other partly because we both fell victim to a “cuntroller” (as my father used to say). A cuntroller is a woman who has to have it her way, all the time. They always chose a partner who has accomplished nothing in his life and has no career that preoccupies him. That way, she can manipulate him into absorbing himself into the betterment of her life. Cuntrollers are often single mothers who left the father of their children because of “incompatibility”. The process is simple: She gives him pussy. Nothing clouds a man’s mind like pussy. After just several weeks of dishing out pussy, the man is pacified, and begins to believe he’s in love. She will offer to support him so that he can “follow his dreams” without being anointed with the burden of self-sufficiency. To an unaccomplished man, the offer is enticing. All he has to do is be Mr. Mom for a handful of hours per day, and he’ll be in the pink, right? Wrong. The man soon finds himself sacrificing everything.

Barry’s life became indentured servitude from the moment he woke, to the moment he went to bed (as did mine). After 6 years, we narrowly escaped with our lives, owning nothing but our old cars and the clothing on our backs. The better part of my 20’s were lost to a surgeon who used my hard work to ascend the socioeconomic ladder.

How was it different than the lives of so many housewives across the country? The only difference is that our partners made no sacrifice. A housewife can take her husband to court and rake him over the coals, especially if they have kids together. Cuntrollers rarely have kids with the dupe who signs up for the role of Mr. Mom….that would defeat the purpose of having the dupe. They manage to stay “legally infallible”, during the entire process, knowing that one day you will come to your senses and leave.

Regarding pussy: A lot of women actually believe that their husbands and boyfriends don’t long for “strange” pussy (meaning pussy he’s never fucked before…outside pussy that he probably would only fuck a few times and be done with). The fact is, that yes, men want your pussy, but they also want other pussy….they’re hard-wired that way, and probably will be when they’re 65.

Here’s the pussy of the day:

http://www.spearmintgirls.com/nb/tgp/zita/zita-4_055.jpg

This is an example of the kind of pussy I don’t like. This pussy is just a big fucking mess. I’ve always hated the “raw meat” redness of some pussies. A good pussy should be nice and pink and not look like a slab of bloody rib-eye. The roast beef inner labia are not neat little flaps. They seem to bunch up into little chunks on either side of the vulva. I’m not into really brown assholes either. Does she have razor rash? the skin around this pussy just looks a little to raw to eat…and why not shave that stupid little patch of hair directly above the clitoral hood? That would just chap my lip and possibly leave a pubic hair between my front teeth. Nasty.

The Pussicurean

One thing that women continually fail to understand about men, is that we are visual. We like to look at everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. There are millions of photographs of speculum shots circulating on the internet right now. If you are unaware of what a speculum is, it is a device which doctors use to hold open the pussy in order to examine the wondorous pink insides of pussy and perform such procedures as a pap smear. I’ll link one for you all as an example. I’m sure that if it were readily available as speculum shots are, we would watch video tours of your colon and uterus. Eeew, gross, you say? Think of it what you will, but that is what men like. We like to look at your parts…even your slimy cervix, the landing pad for our jizz. If you think that your parts are fat and disgusting, think about this; right now your new boyfriend is jerking off to a video of an obese Latin girl getting her pussy mashed by a monsterous black cock…the owner of that black cock might pull it out, put it in her ass, fuck her ass a bit, pull it out again, and drop a load into her open mouth. You would be horrified if you knew what he liked to watch on the internet while choking the chicken, yet at the same time, you want the lights off when he fucks you because you’re insecure about your body. If he closes his eyes and jerks off, it is much cheaper and less time consuming, so get over it before he tells you he “needs space”.

When I started this blog just 2 weeks ago, I never thought I would have the hits that I have. I should have expected it, because much of what I write has to do with the greatest thing in the world; pussy. Who doesn’t love pussy (aside from fags)? There is a good reason why I didn’t expect it. I am a complete loser. I have fallen short of every goal I’ve ever set out to achieve. Today I sold my entire cd collection to buy food. It was not an unusual day. I’ve been living like this since dropping out of high school 20 years ago. My menial jobs total an annual income that is at the national poverty line before paying 50% of it to Child Support Services. Yes, I am a classic failure in every sense of the word.

However, there is one thing at which I excel and truly love to do…eat pussy. My passion for pussy began in kindergarten, when I was caught peeking at a classmate’s pussy (it was voluntary of course…somehow I convinced her to pull down her panties and show me the goods). My love of pussy has brought an incredible amount of pain and suffering to my life, and altered its path more profoundly than I can even imagine. I call it the “buttered muffin effect”, after the “butterfly effect“. One slightly wrong move on your dick’s part, and your life can be drastically altered forever.

Why am I telling you this? It is my way of expressing my gratitude to you, the reader of The Pussicurean. Your hits confirm that my words exist, and that somewhere, somebody might actually value them, and look forward to my next post.

Here’s the pussy of the day:

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http://www.jlpgalleries.com/itc/400/full/15.jpg

The Pussicurean

If you’re a man you’ve either spoken, or have heard from a friend the cynical phrase “All women are whores”. If you’re a woman, you might have heard it and dismissed it as just another hostile, misogynistic male proverb.

Although the word “whore” is an inflammatory word, I believe it is absolutely true. All women have a price. Some cost more than others.

At a restaurant yesterday, I overheard a woman at an adjacent table say, “I’d date a man who was overweight, if he was, like, a former football player or something…” To, me, this struck the core of a truth that all men are forced to face at one time or another; that women are power-oriented. To them, power is an attractive trait that is (whether they will admit it or not) foremost in importance. There is virtually no physical or emotional shortcoming that a woman wouldn’t overlook in a powerful man, to be his jizz receptacle.

If you’re a woman and you’re reading this, you are of course, already citing an example of the exception to the rule. You’re friend’s cousin’s uncle’s coworker dated a guy that was broke. The inconclusive, ambiguous thinking of a woman will always find an exception to any rule. There is always one to be found in every fact that has ever been established. If you’re a man, you know intuitively that in order to attract women, you must have (or have the appearance of having) money. You work hard to make money, because money affords the most sought-after commodity on the planet…a commodity that, no matter how many units are produced, never loses its intrinsic value…pussy. You understand that money will buy you the genuine love and loyalty of a woman as well. Yes, a woman will often genuinely have deep romantic feelings for a man whom she would otherwise be repulsed by if had no money.

I don’t consider this a cynical or negative outlook. I don’t consider it hostile. Women are hard-wired this way. It has been reinforced in their genes since the beginning of time. Just as a man is built to fuck as many women as he possibly can in his lifetime, a woman is built to breed with the alpha male; the most powerful man in the clan. These traits among men and women are there to carry forth their genes, and may the best genes win. Evolution is a fascinating and brilliant process that will always be with us no matter how many ipods and priuses we buy.

Speaking of women, I saw Alicia Keys in concert at the HP Pavilion in San Jose last night. The arena was stuffed to the rafters with delicious women of all races dressed in hardly any clothing at all. Did they put on those short shorts and sport camel toe for their girlfriends to admire? By the way, I noted to a friend that I could literally smell they pussy in the air. Yes, it seems far-fetched, but you must understand that I was in an enclosed room (albeit a large arena) with 15,000 women. Yes, I know that some of what I was smelling was the pit sweat of their ugly boyfriends, however, The Pussicurean has a nose for pussy, just as a wine maker can isolate the “nut and flower” or whatever the fuck, in a wine. There is a distinct sour element to pussy, yet it always has that underlying earthy sweetness that sets it apart from, say, an armpit or an asshole.

Here’s the pussy of the day:

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What a tiny little pussy! By the way, the phrase “size doesn’t matter” is complete bullshit. Your penis size does matter. Women tell you that because they are keenly aware of male ego, and far more sensitive to the feelings others than men are. But when feeling safe, they will admit that they prefer a big fat rippling cock (sometimes even two at once) to split them in half. I’m not in any way dismissing the importance of the foreplay). It is the same with men. You will never hear a man say, “Oh yes honey, I love to pummel your loose, sloppy bag of gizzards…tight pussies are for wimps!”

Happy Mothers Day, The Pussicurean.

Do women truly understand the power that pussy holds?  I’m sure that they know it instinctively, but are they consciously accepting of it?

For instance, today I caught a glimpse of a coworker’s delicious camel toe.  She wasn’t a beautiful woman, but when I saw her get up from her chair, I saw toe and it made my mouth water (evidently, I have an unusual physical reaction when aroused…I salivate.  Perhaps it is due to my love of cunnilingus).  She barely fit her fat ass into those jeans.  Her flesh struggled to escape with every movement.  Even her pussy lips.  The seam at the crotch dug into her pussy and forced those fat lips apart just for me.

When I see a girl laying at the pool or at the beach, a thought that always first comes to mind, is that there is only one millimeter of fabric that prevents my eyes from relishing the sight of her tender clam.

Within me, there is so much primordial hunger for pussy, that even the slightest reminder of its existence, (such as a camel toe, a nipple poking through a shirt, a straight leg bend-over, cleavage) will stir the “gotta fuck something, anything” attitude that I know all men have quite often.

They must be aware of the toe’s power…why else would they want to suffocate the pussy in a tight pair of jeans all day?  Let me guess, if they were to admit it aloud, like “I’m going to wear this pair of tight jeans that dig into my pussy so that when The Pussicurean sees my camel toe, he’ll damn-near blow a load in his shorts”, they would feel “like a whore”.

Women, let me tell you something about men.  Most men like to pretend that they have high standards when it comes to women they would fuck.  The reality is, that they want other men to be under the impression that they have high standards.  Most men would fuck just about anything with at least 2 limbs.  There is no shortage of cock.  If you are an ugly woman and someone isn’t fucking you, it’s because you aren’t offering.  Our hunger for poontang is so powerful, that even a man you would consider “out of your league” would pump a load into you at least once for novelty.  You must, however, offer him an easy way in, and an easy, safe way out…which is something you psychos rarely do.

Just discovered a phenomenal website:

livejasmine.com

This site could kill more of your time than YouTube.

Here’s the pussy (and asshole) of the day:

http://www.hornystarlet.com/itc/406/full/03.jpg

That’s just gnarly.

The Pussicurean

Today I was thinking about buttfucking. Sure, there are plenty of other occasions when I think about buttfucking…like when I see a hot girl with a sweet little ass and I think of how nice it would be to push my cock into her tight little cinnamon ring, and pump a load into her large intestine. For some reason, only tiny girls with little asses bring this desire about. There’s something unappetizing about the idea of buttfucking a fat ass…I’m not sure why (don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against a big, juicy, fat ass).

Today I was reflecting on human history, and buttfucking. It occurred to me that throughout the history of man, there has been a positive correlation between the prevalence (or the general acceptance) of buttfucking within a society, and that society’s downfall. History truly does repeat itself…a society becomes powerful, wealthy, self-indulgent, and deviant behavior becomes more pervasive. One of the most popular of deviant behaviors, is of course, buttfucking. For some reason, a wealthy, self-indulgent society begins to “obsess” with anal sex. The stigma is broken down until everybody is buttfucking everybody. My rudimentary knowledge of western civilization tells me that a society that legalizes and widely engages in anal sex is at the beginning of its demise (or a dark era).

It’s amazing how societies quickly burn themselves to the ground without a tyrannical religion to keep its people in order.

Anyway, most men cringe when I enthusiastically talk about dipping the tongue down to lick a little asshole while I’m grubbing on a woman’s box. I can understand if she doesn’t wash her ass, but I think most women are conscious of their assholes, and they make sure theirs is spanking clean before you bury your face in it.

Here’s the pussy of the day:

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It looks a bit leathery, but it’s actually quite smooth, and probably delicious. This is a truly brown pussy with a purple hue…but she’s a beautiful, golden brown Asian, so it’s expected. This is the kind of neat, exotic pussy that James Bond (Sean Connery…the only true James Bond) would enjoy.

The Pussicurean

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Here’s the pussy of the day. This one belongs to a beautiful, golden brown Latina with perfect tits and immaculate French nails, by the way.

Speaking of tits, I wasn’t much of a tit lover until I dated a girl with huge, soft tits. She was a big, creamy white girl of Norwegian descent. These weren’t the kind of tits with massive browning Bologna slices for nipples, or tits that would fall a foot when you took her bra off. Her tits were light and fluffy with cute little nipples, and would slap me in the face when she rode my cock. I enjoyed being beaten up by those delicious tits…I miss those tits.

I certainly still enjoy a small tit, though. I don’t think that mens’ bias against small tits is as extreme as believed (in fact, I’m noticing that a lot of porn sites now have a category called “small tits”). What does seem universally repulsive among men, are flapjacks…yes, the kind of tits that seem “deflated”, to have lost their “fluff”, and lay flat against the chest. The overlap on the ribcage is plentiful, and they feel like half-filled water balloons when cupping them.

Women are like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re going to get until you peel off that wonder bra, butt-lifting jeans, the Mac eyeliner and lipstick, the colored contacts, etc.

The Pussicurean

“Most experts do consider the ‘educated guess’ that at the present time some 50 to 65 percent of husbands and 45 to 55 percent of wives become extramaritally involved by the age of 40 to be a relatively sound and reasonable one.” According to Peggy Vaughan, author of The Monogamy Myth, first published in 1989 by Newmarket Press (third edition published 2003).

I am a realist. Over the years, I’ve trained myself to accept the world around me as it actually is, not to see the world through the filter of my ideals or wants. The danger in doing this, is that seeing the ugliness of the world can be depressing. It can kill your motivation to achieve what you otherwise would want to achieve, such as a blissful marriage.

Marriage has its roots in power, not romanticism. Wealthy families fortified their power by interbreeding under a contractual obligation. The idea of marriage as a result of romantic feelings is a new concept (relative to the span of western civilization). It simply does not work, especially since we developed a process called “divorce”.

I know what you’re thinking…The Pussicurean is a disillusioned, bitter man. You are partly correct. I would be dishonest if I told you that I wasn’t disappointed after being lied to throughout my upbringing about marriage, friendship, true love, etc. you are being lied to as well. Your parents, filmmakers, authors, and others are feeding you bullshit….and you believe it. That is why the producers of “Sleepless in Seattle” got so rich.

On the other hand, I am not one of those men whose wives “cashed in their chips” after 10 years of marriage, bought a house with your alimony settlement, and is now drinking expensive chardonnay and fucking the bartender at the local bourgeois Italian “ristorante”. I will never be one of those men, because I understand that modern marriage is a racket.

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Here’s the pussy of the day…well, not really. I’m showing you this so that you might ask yourself, “Why would I ever want to put my dick in another fat, cellulite ridden, sun-damaged white bitch ever again after seeing this?” In 200 years, 85% of the world’s population will be Asian, and it will be no mystery as to why.

The Pussicurean

Yes, I’m going there, because it’s that which goes unsaid that is most interesting.

Every white girl I’ve ever dated, had an LTR with, or just shagged, has had at one time, black cock. Several of them were especially attracted to black men, but when pressed about it, they would trivialize it. One of them told me, “Oh, he was the only black guy I’ve ever dated. I probably wouldn’t do that again”. Yet, just a couple of months later, she cheated on me with an especially dark Office Depot clerk.

Another one was really in to black men. She used to read literature about the “African American experience”, and frequent all black clubs. Then I came along and gave her white cock that probably bored her to death. When I caught her receiving late night calls from her ex-boyfriend (who was black), I confronted her. She described her “negrophilia” as a “phase” that had passed, and that her ex was “just a friend” now. Needless to say, our relationship didn’t last long after that.

Another one simply refused to come out of the closet at all. After my discovery her collection of exclusively black porn, she refused to say a word about it…not one word. The thought of admitting to a special craving for the blood sausage was just too taboo for her.

One thing I find in common with my ex-girlfriends and so many other white women, is that they rarely bring them home. Their relationships with black men are usually trivial. So trivial in fact, that I once went to a house party in my town (which is almost 100% white), where an eclectic group of people culminated. One of the party-goers was a rather conservative white girl who sold pianos at the local piano shop. Another was a “hard-hittin’ nigga” from Oakland. When the party started to roar, I accidentally walked in on the two fucking on the floor of an empty guest room. Homeboy didn’t even bother to remove his pants all the way. Every once in a while I walk past the piano store, and see her in there…a delicate-looking blond girl with perfectly pressed slacks and button-up shirts. Nobody will ever know, especially the white man who eventually marries her.

Why are so many white women afflicted with “negrophilia”? It’s funky. Daddy wouldn’t approve. For a white girl, it’s the ultimate taboo, and to violate it gives her a rush similar to, perhaps, fucking your friend’s mom while he makes a beer run.

What’s my point? White women are aware that most white men are disgusted at the thought that the pussy they are eating has been “soiled” by a fat black dick. Yes, I know, you are going to provide the touchy-feely liberal from Berkeley argument; that it’s no big deal, and what about white men who are really into asians?, etc…it’s all relative, right?…

If you can abandon that idiotic thinking, you can see the world as it actually is. How it actually is, is that among most white men, the thought of a black man fucking a white woman is reviling, especially if that white woman is their girlfriend, wife, or daughter.

Why is it reviling? Because humans are tribal creatures. We’ve always been. Racism is and always will be in our genes, whether our current political climate likes it or not.  Do you see lions fucking cheetahs?  Why not?  They’re both cats, right?

Here’s the pussy of the day:

http://www.hornystarlet.com/itc/430/full/07.jpg

This one is just so meaty, I just had to post it.

The Pussicurean

A friend recently told me that if a woman eats pineapple, her pussy will taste great. So I did some Google searching, and read several articles regarding the pineapple theory and the relationship between nutrition and the taste of pussy. It seems universally accepted that nutrition effects the taste and smell of one’s bodily fluids, and that asparagus causes a man’s wad to taste like shit. I have nothing revolutionary to tell you. Your diet will effect your body odor and the taste of your fluids, so if you live on a diet of Burger King and Pabst Blue Ribbon, don’t expect your girlfriend to chug your goo like it was her last meal. Women, eat more pineapple.

A common subject young men broach with each other is the “How old would you go?” topic. The Pussicurean has gone as old as 52, and she was still the best I’ve ever had. I miss that pussy. No shame…I’d go older if she was Asian. Asians seem to have a much longer shelf life than other races. The drawback is, that all of them seem to go insane by 50. Perhaps I’m generalizing too much…perhaps all women of all races are insane, and that by 50, they’re intolerable.

I’m no scientist, but I believe that there is no negative correlation between the tightness of vagina and age. In other words, that pussy doesn’t loosen with age. I also believe that birth is loosely correlated with tightness, if at all. A pussy can recover from almost anything. Birth as a “loosening agent” has been given too much validity. Some of the loosest box I’ve ever wet the whistle with had never squeezed a baby out.

Here’s the pussy of the day:

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This one looks hardy…like it could take a pounding. Note the large, puffy labia majora. By the way, I’ve been reading about the G-Spot lately. It is believed that the G-Spot is better stimulated in the “doggy style” position. Because of the vagina’s angle in this position, your helmet will come into greater contact with the anterior wall (where the G-Spot is located) of the vagina as it enters.

The Pussicurean.

Response to my new blog “The Pussicurean” has been so intense that last night I was overwhelmed with fear over publishing sexually graphic writing and the possible consequences of doing so. I “unpublished” my posts and sadly watched the visits to my blog come to a standstill.

After all, it wasn’t more than 3 years ago that my enemies used my writings to virtually destroy my life. Exploiting my graphic language, and my willingness to plow through the taboo, they convinced certain bureaucracies to impinge upon my rights (the rights that most people take for granted). Obviously, I can’t get more specific than that. The fact is, that what you blog can and often will be used against you. Do you have any blog horror stories?

Today I’ve convinced myself that it is worth the risk this time. I do not consider my blog to be obscene. I do not endorse any type of illegal activity such as underage sex, drug use, rape, sodomy, carjacking, jaywalking, suicide, cutting down redwood trees, picking a state flower, peeing on the street, etc. What my blog is, is a discussion of adult matters, and can be informative. My frequent use of common slang (such as “munch the muffin”, or “pull the donut”), does not render my posts obscene. So I’ve decided to hike up my lumpy, asymmetrical nut sack and repost it all.

Here’s the pussy of the day:

http://www.neongalleries.com/in-the-crack/kelly-kline/05.jpg

I don’t find this one to be particularly interesting, other than the fact that it’s saying hello. I will admit, there is something alluring about the gaping pussy.

The Pussicurean

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Here’s the pussy of the day. I know, I’m contradicting myself. She has a patch of hair, but I couldn’t help it. She’s such a cute little pinay (filipino). God, I could suck on that yummy little brown beaver for days.

Visits to the Pussicurean’s blog are doubling every day!

Do you remember your first pussy? I’ll be honest…I hardly remember it. That’s because I couldn’t eat it. It was far and away the most foul-smelling vagina I’ve ever encountered.

My high school sweetheart Liz was a slightly overweight w.a.s.p. with pretty blue eyes and those fat, petulant blow job lips that men universally appreciate. We were both eager to lose our virginity. On my 17th birthday I took on Liz’s uncharted pussy in the back of her s.u.v (a 16th birthday gift from her parents…thanks for providing a place for me to bone your daughter, folks!)

Anyway, Liz was on her back, and I pulled off her pants. As I threw her pants aside, a terrible odor hit me like a brick in the face. Liz’s pussy smelled like a decomposing sturgeon with a touch of inner tube air. It was one of the most disappointing moments of my life. As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to taste pussy. I couldn’t wait to gobble my first clam, and when I finally got the opportunity, it smelled like the hull of a shrimping vessel after a day in the sun.

I endured Liz’s nasty box for several months (never eating it), and moved on. Liz was a sweetheart, but no girl can retain the interest of a man while carrying around the killing fields in her shorts. I was happy to discover that most pussy is delicious. Foul-smelling tang indicates a hygiene or health problem.

By the way, if you are a woman, nothing causes a rotten box more than leaving a man’s load in it. Wash it out after he pumps you full of jizz, or you’ll both be sorry.

The Pussicurean

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Here’s the pussy of the day. You can’t get much neater than this. It’s almost as if it was made in a factory somewhere. In fact, it’s so perfect, it almost bores me….but what a sweet pussy!

You might have already noticed that the pussy of the day is always is hairless. In my never humble opinion, I don’t see the value (either in an aesthetic nor utilitarian sense) of pubic hair. If you can give me a valid reason as to why I might be wrong, please comment.

I still don’t understand the lure of the blow job. Yes, the mouth is wet, but so is the pussy if you prepare it well. It’s warm, but not quite as warm as a piping-hot pussy (every once in a while, I’ll fuck one that seems like it’s hotter than 98.6 degrees, and it’s awesome…but I know it’s impossible).

On a side note: Men, remember, if the pussy is dry and luke-warm, you haven’t prepared it well enough. You must eat the pussy for a sufficient amount of time. I find this to be such a common problem. Men are so eager to plug the cervix with a bucket of baby gravy, that they don’t prepare the pussy with quality cunnilingus. Take the time…it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure of having her say “fuck me” because her pussy is wet and ready for your hot meat.

Most importantly, the pussy doesn’t have molars that can scrape up my dick and kill the mood. Why would I want a blow job when I can plunge the cock in her hot guac? Moreover, I don’t feel the need for a woman to “bow to the mighty sausage”. I don’t feel the need for the “dominance”…I know it’s a factor for you dweebs.

If you’re a woman, ask yourself, “can I suck a mean dick?” Answer yourself honestly. If the answer is no, don’t bother giving the blow job. You can instantly bore man with a bad blow job. A couple of tips if you are really motivated to improve you cock sucking skills:

1. Do not gag on the cock. Yes, we like it when you can put the whole cock in your mouth, but we don’t like the feeling to be accompanied by the sound of gagging.

2. Don’t jerk the cock like you’re plunging a toilet. Yes, the cock can take a beating, but it is still sensitive, and can retaliate by going limp…then everybody loses.

3. NO FUCKING TEETH!

4. Don’t shove your tongue down my piss hole. I know you think it’s sexy, but in reality, your sandpaper tongue in my urethra actually hurts.

If you feel that I’m missing something in my suggestions, please leave a comment.

The Pussicurean

Here’s the pussy of the day:

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This is an amazing little pussy! Every man I speak to seems to prefer a little pussy. Little pussies are tighter, a quality which every man appreciates. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve heard about men experiencing a loose box. It truly disturbs men to plunge a gaping mess. The frightening thing is, that there doesn’t seem to be any positive correlation between any distinctive physical trait of a woman, and the size of her pussy. You never know what you’re going to get until you put your dick in her! It is a gamble of sorts…but we keep rolling the dice, because loose pussy is certainly better than no pussy at all.

I think every man has a pussy they miss. I do. Years ago, I had a Chinese girlfriend from Malaysia who had the greatest pussy I had ever seen or fucked. She had almost NO pubic hair (yes, she was an adult), and what little pubic hair she did have, seemed as fine as cashmere. She had no roast beef. It was like a little pink peach from heaven. Tight as a drum, and ALWAYS smelled great and tasted delicious. I hadn’t been face to face with many beavers at that point in my life, so I assumed that her pussy was run-of-the-mill. I was wrong. It truly miss that pussy. But would I have stayed with her in a lifetime of blissful pussy fulfillment? Probably not.

Which brings me to a question. If you have ever studied anthropology in school, you’ve observed and read about various primates. You know that by in large, primates are promiscuous creatures. The human being is a promiscuous creature. If it were not true, porn would not be a multi-billion dollar industry. If social mores did not exist or you were not restricted by money, you would probably be fucking anything you found mildly attractive.

If you are reading this and you are saying to yourself, “I never get bored of fucking my wife, and really couldn’t care less about banging new and interesting pussy”, you are either being dishonest with yourself, or you’re a putz. I’m not saying that you can’t be in love. I’ve been in love, but all the while I was DYING for some strange pussy. Why? Because men are not monogamous! To the human, it is an unnatural state of being. That goes for women as well. Rates of infidelity are almost as high among women as they are among men, and I believe that the statistical difference exists not because women (for intrinsic reasons) chose not to fuck other men behind your back.

The thought of fucking the same pussy (as it gets older and uglier) for the rest of my natural life frightens me more than death itself. Am I too extreme? Wait until you are a virile 50 year old man, and you’ve been fucking the same birth-ravaged pussy for 20 years (except when you can get some ass on a business trip). Some hot piece of ass who has a thing for older men will be green-lighting you at the gym, and you know that there’s nothing you can do about it (without taking a huge risk). What will be your opinion then?

The Pussicurean

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The Pussicurean

It is an important debate among men…overall, which race has the best pussy? For the sake of simplicity, the races in question are:

Asian

White

Black

Latin

By the way, this subject isn’t necessarily taboo. I watched an Oprah episode in which Oprah gave the global statistics regarding race and penis size. Blacks were the largest (but not by much), followed by whites, then Latins, and yes, the smallest were Asians.

Has anyone reputable conducted a national survey to find out which race of pussy men prefer? If so, and you can refer me to the study, let me know. In the mean time, The Pussicurean will take a guess:

I find that the Asian pussy overall is the tightest, neatest, least odorous of all the races (I have no doubt that the cleanliness of Asian pussy is cultural…they tend to practice better hygiene)…just a better pussy overall. However, my opinion could be affected by my love of Asian women in general. I’ll take a mediocre Asian over a pretty white girl any day. I am aware that many white men hardly see Asian women as women at all…Asians just don’t turn them on…more for me!

Thinking objectively as possible, I’m going to guess that if men of all races and nationalities were to be asked which was their favorite race of pussy, that white pussy would be the overall favorite, followed by Asian, Latin, and black. After speaking with men of all races, it seems unanimous that men don’t enjoy black pussy. Common complaints are that the skin is tough, the pubic hair is coarse, and that they just don’t smell very good. Black men don’t seem to enjoy eating pussy, however, this phenomena could be more culturally influenced rather than the fact that the pussy they’re used to is not appetizing.

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Here’s the pussy of the day. What a beauty! Neatly shaved and oiled, this pussy looks delicious. You can see all the parts; the clitoris, the sliced roast beef-like inner labia, the opening of the urethra, the gaping pink walls of the vagina itself. What a neat little asshole too! It’s hard to believe that it pinches a hot, foul-smelling yam every day…doesn’t bother me, I’d lick that asshole raw. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the pussy, the photo is taken from behind. The girl is bent over, so the pussy is “upside down”. This is my favorite way to eat a pussy. the position allows me to shove my tongue deep up into the canal. It serves as a fun “pepper” when lapping at the clit. A clean asshole is crucial, though. Because your nose practically rests on her asshole, her swamp ass can spoil the mood and make the cunnilingus a chore. The same goes for you men out there. The olfactory senses don’t shut off while she’s sucking your dick. If you have swamp ass, she’s breathing it in while she bobs your knob…and you wonder why she doesn’t like to do it all the time. Keep it clean, you morons!

Heterosexual men are by nature, are “pussicureans”, in that they have an undying love and an insatiable appetite for the female sex organ. Call it what what you want, pussy, cunt, box, twat, ax wound, gash, trout trench, fur burger, pork sleeve, ham wallet, beaver, clam, snatch, whatever…it is vagina makes the world go around.

I coined the term “pussicurean” during one of my countless converstions regarding the workings of the vagina, to describe a person who truly appreciates the vagina in a way that transcends the simple desire to fuck them (a bastardization of the word “epicurean”).

Who am I? I am just one man among millions of men who love to suck, slurp, lick, and penetrate just about any type of vagina, whether it be big, small, purple, pink, brown, whatever…to taste the salty sweet mess of a dripping wet vagina and to feel its hot walls envelop the cock is one of the great pleasures of life.

But I’m stating the obvious. The purpose of this blog is to delve deeper into the vagina, with concise and vivid dialog about the workings of this complex organ…to perhaps answer questions that have long plagued the minds of men (and women), and to simply comment candidly about a socially delicate matter.

The Pussicurean