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Multicultural Masturbation



“Yes Dr. Jewels, my art has been commended as being strongly vaginal. Which bothers some men. The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. VAGINA. They don't like hearing it and find it difficult to say. Whereas without batting an eye a man will refer to his ‘dick’ or his ‘rod’ or his ‘Johnson’.” Dr. Jewels cringed and shrank away from Professor M. Body, the notorious “feminist” sculptor. She was gearing up for her power-speech at the conference on “Bodies in Contemporary Society.” She passed by the boxed lunch table and eyed the coy lunch lady, her hairnet sumptuously placed atop her plump and crusty bun. They exchanged looks and an understanding passed between them, as can only pass between two women with one thing on their minds. “Would you care for a box lunch, Professor?” “Why yes, that sounds scrumptious . . . ” Professor Body replied, fingering her ear seductively. The lunch lady said, “Well, could you help me in the back room for a second? There’s a really large jar of special sauce back there that I just can’t handle all by my lonesome.” Professor Body followed the mistress of minced meats into the back room, admiring the way her ample buttocks played together underneath the starched white cafeteria apron . . .
 So, how do you give good head to the lunch lady? Well, it’s different for every sloppy joe server, so the number one bit of advice is to find out about your particular lady’s wants and needs. Here are some basic tips though:
 + The clitoris. This organ has many times more nerve endings than the entire penis, and they’re all concentrated in that one little button.
 + Communication – even if you and she aren’t comfortable talking directly about it (which can be totally hot), pay attention. It shouldn’t be hard to tell whether she’s enjoying it or not.
 + Don’t limit yourself to your tongue lips, even teeth at times can be fun to play with. And just because this is oral sex doesn’t mean you can’t use other things, like (fill in the blank) . . .
 + Get into the groove . . . you’ve got to prove your love to her. Get up on your feet, yeah, step to the beat . . . in other words, get a little rhythm going.Think of a hot backbeat leading up to that crazy, screaming guitar solo.




Your pen pals in profanity,
Jessica Rabbit and Jackie Treehorn
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