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Daily trivia
I could almost believe in magic, especially in the efficacy of spells and incantations. Words are powerful things, to be treated with respect. When I was lying in my lonely bed after an evening of touching up my virgin sweetheart, I needed only to whisper the mantra, “Emma’s cunt” to call up a powerful erection. It wasn’t the image or the memory of touching her sweet pussy which produced the desired effect, it was the magic of the forbidden words themselves - although the scent of it on my fingers might have increased their potency. I have never used the c-word as a swearword, and hate to hear it used in that way. We really ought to claim it back. Simply saying the words “Emma’s cunt” still stirs my loins as it did decades ago. And even typing them now has proved they have lost none of their mystic power. [On the left is just a hint of the object of my desire. Emma insists that I also publish a picture of its effect, but you don’t need to go there.]
I could almost believe in magic, especially in the efficacy of spells and incantations. Words are powerful things, to be treated with respect. When I was lying in my lonely bed after an evening of touching up my virgin sweetheart, I needed only to whisper the mantra, “Emma’s cunt” to call up a powerful erection. It wasn’t the image or the memory of touching her sweet pussy which produced the desired effect, it was the magic of the forbidden words themselves - although the scent of it on my fingers might have increased their potency. I have never used the c-word as a swearword, and hate to hear it used in that way. We really ought to claim it back. Simply saying the words “Emma’s cunt” still stirs my loins as it did decades ago. And even typing them now has proved they have lost none of their mystic power. [On the left is just a hint of the object of my desire. Emma insists that I also publish a picture of its effect, but you don’t need to go there.]
