Oppression

Set My Pussy Free!

Set My Pussy Free!

Pussy.  There, I said it.  P-u-s-s-y. 

It happens to be a word I love.  Pussy.  The way it rolls off the tongue from puckered lips and ends with a smile. 

I happen to love my pussy.  She brings me my greatest pleasures in life.  Some of my favorite memories are painted within her folds. 

She is the keeper of many mysteries.  My pussy is the pathway to heaven and the gateway to life incarnate.  She is powerful beyond even my comprehension, yet tender, soft and sweet.