Achilles Heel

In the words of the corpulent rapper Sir Mix-A-Lot, "I like big butts and I can not lie...when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung..." You know how the rest goes right.

There is great truth in those simple words - but as with everything else there are exceptions; I've stumbled across one or three in my time. Though I have a weakness/preference or pre-disposition as it were (and sometimes engage in adulation) for a well rounded posterior - it is not in an of itself the subject of the pursuit. No, the subject of the pursuit rest in the front of our female counterparts. I have yet to come across a song with similar lyrics (perhaps I have not listened well enough) that captures the sometimes gluttonous pursuit of pussy.

I remarked to a friend recently that I loved good pussy - as if pussy is mutually exclusive from the person with whom it rest. A pussy by any other name is a pussy (no offense meant to the literature buffs). Clearly I have hit the height of boredom - I am trying to have a philosophical soliloquy on good pussy. Right! So I postulated that good pussy relates more to good sex than anything else - and good sex is relative to the persons engaged in the activity. It depends on their energy, the circumstances, the balance or imbalance as it were of chemicals in their brains - your connection with that person (momentarily or not). There are many variables that make a sexual experience good, great, or mind numbingly fabulous.

Separate and apart from the ecstasy one experiences when fully engaged in the look, feel, taste and scent of pussy - it really is nothing without the person attached. The experience of good cock + good pussy = good sex is truly dependent on "good vibes" between you and your fucking partner(s). So yeah I love good pussy; but it's only good if the person has some molecule of good in them that I can vibe with. I've been fortunate thus far - I even managed to marry someone with more than one molecule of good in them. Thank the north wind for small mercies, I should be having good sex till the Viagra runs out.