Punani
AbbieNormal
Maryland
Now that I have your attention, I just thought that we needed a fun and weird topic for Friday. Pickled eggs was a great attempt, but it doesn't seem to be catching on. I thought I'd go for something we all agree is good to eat (I think). For those of you still wondering, Punani is Hawaiian for "heavenly blossom". If you still haven't figured it out why aren't you in school? Get off your parents computer!
OK, now for the question, Do you prefer to see it or not? Do you prefer "innies" or "outies"? Opened or closed? Any other details you want to include?
I had a favorite whose nickname was Lotta, as in Lotta Fagina.
OK, now for the question, Do you prefer to see it or not? Do you prefer "innies" or "outies"? Opened or closed? Any other details you want to include?
I had a favorite whose nickname was Lotta, as in Lotta Fagina.
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I'm sure it was true.
I am extremely conservative on piercings, and I have almost felt pain on those times when I have observed a pierced clitoris. I still almost have to look away from pierced nipples. Belly buttons and ears are OK, but basically everything else should stay the way God made it. (Also, like FONDL, I am a regular churchgoer...don't know if there's some connection there with our attitude on seeing the cooch, or what it could possibly be. It's just a point of commonality.)
As for needing to see it, all the good clubs around here are topless, and I don't miss it a bit while I'm there. When the pussy's covered, I appreciate other thrills better. When a topless stripper does flash me her pussy, it's a bigger rush.
Every now and then, however, I need to hit a nude club for variety's sake. That's when I head to St. Louis for a day or two fix. The whole scene there is centered around one-on-one stage action with a spread eagle stripper, including a lot of touching and occasional licking. I'm like a junkie when the smack hits his bloodstream.
Landing strip? I dunno, maybe its supposed to be more analogous to the senter line on the landing strip, you know, to guide you in.
This is really crude. I'm going to hell aren't I.