According to Senator Jesse Helms (1991, a moral panic over High School sexuality surveys) "[This is] a blatant attempt to sway public attitudes in order to liberalize opinions and laws regarding homosexuality, pedophilia, anal and oral sex, sex education, teenage pregnancy and all down the line... [It] presents a clear choice between support for sexual constraint among our young people or, on the other hand, support for homosexuality and sexual decadence."

Somehow this quote reminds me of you, X, darling: sexual decadence; post-iceberg waltzing on the deck of civilization... Constraint? Please. Only fear-mongers, control freaks, and moral entrepreneurs get off on constraint. REstraints, maybe, but only for good behavior. Consign me to a life of sexual decadence. Sex is proof that God loves us and wants us to have fun. Amen.

Praise for the Goddess!
Oh how I love my Commander F*cko. She's smart as a whip and knows how to use one.
She's sexier than one should be without out a license and proper adult supervision... luckily she's a professional.
She’s my girl, a true friend with an open heart and a wicked sense of fun and adventure.
I love her so incestuously,
'Cause that's the kind of family we F*uckos be.


I love my life, I love my friends!

We were sitting in X's kitchen at about six on the morning of her birthday eating some yummy grilled cheese sandwiches. The cheese was all hot and melty, and as some dripped down my chin I said "Mmmm, what's stringier than this?!"
She looked up with a quick reply: "String."

Wow!

Once again I thank you for bringing the bright bulb to my dimly lit room.

I think it was sometime in the early evening, or early morning. We had been making love and drinking for days, maybe weeks. She was dressed like an assassin and was putting on red lipstick. I realized what time it was when she looked over at me a with that wicked, devilish smile she has. I climbed out of bed, made me a scotch and put on my black suit and tie. Like a Russian spy, she walked up and drank the last of my scotch. "ready?" She asked, handing me back the empty tumbler and blowing me a red glossy kiss. Her voice is like cold chocolate syrup, slow, rich and bitter sweet. "Most certainly." And with an adjust of my tie, we grab our high powered, long distance water cannons and locked the door behind us.
From the roof above the outdoor republican demonstration, we knew we didn't have much time. Luckily the weather was working for us, as it was slightly foggy. Nonetheless, we had to be quick. From her pocket she pulled two large vials of liquid 25. Two hundred hits per vial. We carefully mixed them into the water of our weapons of mass psychedellia. I got that wicked, devilish smile again, then we unloaded our enlightenment on the foolish sheep, raining down like Gods.
On the way to the bar, we ditched the empty vials in one trash can and our weapons in another. Over scotches and dinner she leaned over the table and kisses me. "We are trouble, Baby."
I smile a wicked, devilish smile, "I know."

Sweetie...when we are together I always feel "UPTOWN"! Nothing but the "A-list" treatment. And nothing but pure fun and the unabashed pusuit of pleasure!

I always tell you that I take notes from you on how to be a Woman....The way that you carry yourself. Your zeal for all that is luxe. The way that your intellect drives your beauty, strength, love, lust, and life.

How I ever get so lucky to be claimed by you I won't question, but I gladly and willingly submit.

Brava! Brava! to my favorite femme fatale - X! The Bunny! The most Exelicious!

mmmmwwaahh!!! slurp!!! <pant> I truly adore you.


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How can I not adore X? The longer I know her, the more I like her.
She's wildly beautiful, wonderfully smart, and at times, wickedly sarcastic. Yummy & HOT!

BEAUTY: Wisdom, thoughtfulness, silliness, sexiness, style, deviance as art, adventure, your ability to understand and talk to canines...

POWERFUL AND MESMERIZING: That look in your eyes after a couple Johnny/rocks and a few tokes.
[much like the tractor beam on the Death Star, pulling in a helpless Millenium Falcon: "That's no moon! It's an evil Bunny. On drugs! -I've got a bad feeling about this."] ...

GENTLE AND CARING: The love you put into your stir fry and hot packs, tucking weary soldiers in, caressing them as they rest with ice cream and a movie...

FRIENDSHIP: honor, loyalty, selflessness, patience, deep love in every detail of planning...


The thoughts were there. The words; they no come so easy.

Yours.

(I love you, Bunny)

She'd make a killer wife.

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My Bunny is very good to me despite my advanced instigation and inflamation techniques. She lets me do almost anything I want, but if I fuck up she takes away the collar.

X is a sizzler fo' sho'!! She's got style, she's fancy, she turns heads all about town. And this original member of the Petting Zoo is up for fun at 4pm or 4am.

Puppy like!

EEEGADS! This woman is a minx with the synaptic horsepower of Picasso and Einsteen wrapped up in a "sex on a stick" package that will make your heart stop. I salute you O Goddess of the Nacreous Night! Dark Wild thing of Beauty! HAIL! HAIL! HAIL!!!!!!!