pompeii
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> if things where reversed, like IF random women sent me pics of their body parts how would I feel.
Ah! Just think about the possibilities.
Women cover their faces and their bodies, leaving tits, ass, and pussy only to show.
We go about our work day. Leave the house just as the easily recognized slightly lopsided white'ish tits of the Polish postal lady arrives with the mail. Start the car and wave to the Irish neighbor's bright red glaring freckled pussy. Drive down the street, stopping at the crosswalk long enough for all the unknown busy buns to cross. Pull up to the local donut shop for a quick coffee & snack. Entering, you instantly notice a distinctly new pussy at the corner table, sitting there alone, clicking away on a portable PC, and then, in front of you, your eyes behold, unexpectedly, a wholly different set of perky tits at the counter.
Pleasantly surprised, you instinctively inquire about where the perky tits of the old-timer with the bejeweled pussy was; the answer comes back that she's on vacation for two weeks ... so you vow to soon get to know the new perky titties behind the counter better, with a smile, as you sit down next to the new pussy at the table and engage in your normal small talk friendly banter, typing away at your iPhone to answer the boss titties quick mail about where you are on the morning of the important meeting.
Absorbed in your typing, you belatedly glance over to the newly seated pussy, losing your train of thought only for a moment as the length of her pussy lips registers on your brain, and then back to typing away you go. The newly appreciated pussy, who seems to know you so she must have been there before, taps you on the cock and points wordlessly to the clock, causing you to notice it's getting near 10am, which is your normal leaving time. You thank and then apologize to the new pussy that you didn't get a chance to talk much to her and, fumbling with your business card, you stammer out a request for her number. She hands it to you, already prepared, as her titties swing invitingly toward you in an overt gesture of appreciation for having actually noticed her pussy, which she had prepared all morning for you to see when you had arrived, all unbeknownst to you beforehand. (Note: She explained this all later, at the meeting on the beach.)
The newly exciting pussy at the table now stands invitingly as she waves you out the door promising to be there at the beach later tonight, being Friday and all that, while, simultaneously, the new perky titties at the counter thank you for the tip you always leave.
Out of the parking lot and off to work you go, arriving at the office just as the bosses mean-ass pussy looms over your desk looking for you. You remind yourself that she's just a big hairy pussy - and that she doesn't own you after hours as you hunker down to your day's effort. After she gruffly reminds you of what is due today, you're working feverishly for the 1pm deadline with the Marketing Pussies ... later ... time seems to fly ... and you're making good progress ... later you take the luxury of a 5-minute break at the cooler to discuss the day's events with the few friendly regular titties and pussies that you've come to know well, over time. Back at work, you finish, skipping lunch, as the young secretarial pussies all stop by to ask when they can collate and distribute. You tell them you'll do that yourself, thank you ... as you're working up to the wire, as you are wont to do on important deadlines.
You finish, finally, just in time for the 1pm meeting, where, characteristically, they're all asses no matter what you prepared; but you know how to work them so you're relieved when your boss' pussy takes over the comments; and, her large nipples stand out as she handles question after question aimed at her from around the table. All the tits finally nod in agreement, and the meeting ends ... where you immediately head out to the gym for an hour of relaxation amongst the jiggling titties, cycling pussies, and stretching derrières.
Over time, you've honed your skill at recognizing people, not only from the daily view of their titties and pussies - but also from the correlation of their voices. So, it's not surprising that, back at your desk for a final wrap up, as a pleasant phone call comes late in the day from a new customer of yours, you start to imagine, from her voice alone, what her tittles are like, thinking wistfully that they're usually perkier on the higher-frequency voices and wider at the base for the deeper voices - but that it's not a hard-and-fast rule for titties as it is for pussies.
The bell rings, and then it's off to the beach for the 5pm rush - over the tit-shaped mountains - and onto the boardwalk by the pussy shaped inlet, where you stroll leisurely among the myriad pussies and titties in the crowd, looking for that now familiar newly friendly pussy of yours who said she'd meet you at 5:30pm sharp. You can almost smell her scent as she arrives, still mixed sweetly with the browned donut grease flavor, as she spreads her legs invitingly when you hug her in greeting, and, best of all, she begins opening her blouse wide in appreciation for your expected continued friendship together.
< Message edited by pompeii -- 8/27/2011 12:04:56 PM >
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RE: What does it mean when a woman (versus a man) says ... - 
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