Pussy Harassment
They were beautiful. I blinked and blushed. One asked about her dress. The other smiled. Another yet piled her locs upon her head and posed. The ding announced the arrival of pics on the cell. Great day in the morning. How does a red blooded woman handle such beauty sent via technology? Well, I blog….
Shortly thereafter, the commentary began. Some call it a thump. Others a tickle. Me? I call it movement. When the pussy wants to run around and do laps, she has scored her hurrah. The pussy has been harassed.
Unsolicited beauty in front of your face can cause an uncanny sexual reaction before you even begin the hectic work day. You know it is there. You can’t escape the ding. Do you offer a retort? Forward an emoji? Or live the rest of your day in complete and total sin? I suggest a healthy combination of all three…