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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Profound Pleasures...

I'm sure you have made an assumption that I am fascinated with pleasuring myself by now, but that's really not the case. B.O.B gets no credit for this! I found this oldie yesterday when I was removing all of my old blogs from Yahoo 360. This piece comes from way back in the day when I first fell in love with these little orgasmic delights!!! I didn't change too much of it, just tried to correct some spacing and punctuation, hope you enjoy...

Profound Pleasures

You've never had an orgasm like this one...

Most times, you can tell exactly how good it's going to be before you even begin to get down to business. But!! You should never judge anything by its wrapper alone! You could be pleasantly surprised.

Even the most beat-up looking morsel is always a sweet treat. Unwrapping the piece of foil slowly while searching for and then inspecting the prize hidden within. The golden wrapper on the outside surrounds a plain brown wrapper inside, but nestled snugly within is... Oh Boy!...there's the prize...ummmmm, a Milk Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup.

Sometimes it's so perfect that you dont want to eat it just yet. You look at it in awe and delight. Although you yearn for it...the perfect mix of peanut butter and chocolate, the anticipation of the ecstasy is as sweet as the unveiling.

As soon as the delectable treat touches your tongue, it immediately begins to melt from the warmth of your mouth, 98 degrees right? More heat than that if you just happen to be in a particular state of..."wanting".

You close your eyes to enjoy the sensation, tasting the chocolate and peanut butter rolling smoothly and delectably over your tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head and as the soft, sexy moan starts to rumble from deep within your throat, your neck arches, sometimes your back too, and you realize you're helpless to stop it. You finally give yourself over to the rush of ecstasy, and you ride the tide on in, tongue sliding, searching every crevice of your mouth to make sure you didn't miss any, the wrapper still tightly clenched between your...fingers.

Better than a perfect pedicure, better than Ben & Jerry's Karmel Sutra ice cream, better than sex...the Reeses Miniature is profoundly orgasmic in its own right. One is great, but quickly becomes a guilty pleasure when it takes two or three to satisfy.

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