paulina noir's boudoir
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Paulina, Well you know hun, um every land has its ups and downs, but I do think that you guys completely and utterly abuse everyone you possibly can, whenever you get the chance. And I’m not quite sure if it’s to do with the fact that you’re all kind of ignorant or for some other reason. I mean, I know it’s an island run by white crims but does that mean you have to be total rats? Anyways you seem to be doing an absolutely scintillating job of it. Now Tones, I’ve known him for quite some time and let’s face it, he seems to be an expression of your overriding problems. See Tones used to come round, he used to like what I could give him. What he couldn’t… you know, kind of get anywhere else. And well, Tones always knows where to get the best blow, so performance wise he got some of my top notch work. His favourite used to be sixty nine. He’d shove his cock into my throat and in return, I’d ram mine further down his. Sure he used to gag… but I have to say that I was definitely the more generous with the suction. But hey, after snorting back on that gear that instantly numbs your face, you can’t really complain, or actually care, if your lover doesn’t suck your prick as hard as you suck his. And you know, Tones likes a lot of things. He’s an avid ass licker. I’ve never felt so totally cleaned out as when he was down there eating it. He likes you to shove different things up his passage, like… I don’t know, what did we use, he had these favourite toy trains from when he was a kid and yeah, he always liked me to push them right up… um, and like those rolling pins you use for cooking. If we were out and met in the park, he was just happy for me to stick my prick up there… he always did like a bit of feltching afterwards as well. But all in all, what you have to know is that when you have a dog like him running your country things are not going to have any resemblance of fairness or equality. Basically the whole thing is going to be about as corrupt and nasty as anything you come across in the backstreets of Baghdad. Why? Well because I’ve seen Tones out and about and he never acknowledges me. He acts like I never had his arse in my mouth and I’ve never felt his prick in my backside and you know, we were intimate, I mean like, I’ve never seen someone quiver like that after coitus. Oh I don’t know… you just give up on some of them, don’t you? I mean, I admit there were times when I came |
on Tones’ face that I felt like maybe the sweet lord Jesus was there, but then he ignores me, then he sends defenceless people to face torture, then he targets the poorest and most disadvantaged people in his nation and decides to fuck them over too. This man is so totally out of control ignorant. But I guess in the end Bluey, if racist, white ignoramuses vote dicks like him in then, what the fuck else does anyone expect? Hey Paulina, Beards oh yeah… I’ve seen them out there and believe me I like one nuzzled into my crotch… a big bushy beard with mouth wide open and I’m inside and all around the bristling and the friction. Talk about enhancement. But me personally lovely, I don’t sport a beard and well, quite frankly I never would because I’m just that darn hot that to cover up my good looks would be like a totes tragedy not only for me but really for most of humanity. I mean, walking down the street with me is like watching a sea of turning heads and well why would I want to take that away from people. We’ve all got our thing that we bring to this earth and honey for me well it’s just hotness. But sorry Billy, I’ve digressed somewhat from your subject. So obviously what you’re saying to me is that you look better with hair on your face and therefore rather than shaving it off and avoiding the complications you’re having you just better keep it there. I wonder what colour your beard is and whether if I was seated next to you and running my fingers through it whether you’d get a little turned on. I’d run them through your beard and then Sherry, who’s passed out on the chair in the corner after too much schnapps, would come to. She’d move her way over to us. I’d turn towards her and note that her pussy cat was quite close to my face. I’d draw back through my nostrils and take her scent in deep. I then remove my fingers from your beard and rub my hand down hard across your toned chest. At the same time I reach up with my other hand and cup it up under Sherry’s crotch, it’s warm and moist. She gazes down at me smiling, my hand rolls over your stomach and onto your package which is moving to attention. I rub at Sherry’s crotch a little and she kneels down in front of me and slides her hand up my skirt and rubs at my member, she pushes my legs apart and drags my panties to the side so my cock |
flops out. She licks at it like it’s her favourite flavoured chupa chup and ah, she eats it and by this stage I start to get a little hungry so I fumble your fly open reach in and pull yours out. And darling, what a fine specimen, I can smell it from here, then I take the dive and devour. Sherry’s sucking me, I’m sucking you and then, just lightly at first, but getting stronger and stronger you can hear the faint scream coming from Sherry’s pussy cat. It’s lonely and wanton and wants to be kissed. Oh my, my, anyways sorry Billy, again I’ve digressed and really I should get back to your question. You’re getting mickey juice and discarded eggs in your beard and you don’t know what to do about it. For chrissakes honey, why don’t you just go and have a shower. Paulina Noir, Oh my, your poor sweet darling husband. Imagine having to contend with a brute such as you. I mean let the man have his fun. What’s the problem with a bit of coke? Really? And what do you mean by mature. Do you think that drugs are something for children? I can’t believe people like you. Drugs are made for adults. They’re an adult pastime lovey and it’s all about maturing and getting to know how to take them well. But I have a feeling there might be a bit more to this situation than you’re letting on. Your hubby is having a great time and you on the other hand have become a somewhat dried up prune, haven’t you? Your mango’s a little itchy and you won’t let anyone near it, because quite frankly you’re as frigid as they come. So honey, what I’d advise you do is take some of that dashing man’s coke, rub it deep into you vulva until it stings and then let your him do what he’s supposed to do, get down on all fours like a labrador and eat it back out from behind. if you’ve got an itch that paulina can scratch then drop her a line at paulina@powderzine.com paulina's previous columns |