![]() ![]() ![]() Pearl snatches her a five picture deal with a film studio. Penelope’s situation comes to a head when she is on the set of her first starring role in a major motion picture based on her singing baby factory after Dr. Hell, from the beginning she simply wanted her pussy to shut the fuck up, not become a world wide phenomenon! The poor woman is even forced onto a dating show where it seems she might find some solace in a studly young buck she goes home with, but to no avail, this guy just wants to fuck her while wearing a suit of medieval armor and then kicks her to the curb. Through it all, Penelope looks uncomfortable, harried and totally unhappy with the superstar lifestyle her vagina has afforded her. In fact, half way though the movie Penelope’s vagina, Virginia, seems to become a separate entity all together, no longer a part of Penelope herself. Before you know it, Penelope’s singing vagina, now named Virginia, has become an overnight sensation! the world cannot stop clamoring for my lip service from her moist, pink, lady bits! Her disapproving mother walks in on a nude modeling session, no doubt for the latest issue of Vogue, and raises holy Hell! That is, until she witnesses first hand the amount of money Penelope’s singing vagina brings in. Pearl, and shows him first hand the otherworldly abilities of her nether regions, rather than offer her aid, he sees a golden opportunity to cash in on Penelope’s peculiar talent and quickly put her one stage, nude for the whole world to see and enjoy this new medical wonder he has discovered! For a price, of course. Obviously, her new, chatty little vagina is quickly ruining her low key existence. The following day at Penelope’s hairstylist job she inadvertently seduces a lesbian client due to her vagina’s flirtatious tongue and the two end up going at it and are only halted when her boss, Rip Taylor (of all people) walks in and fires her on the spot. He suitor rushes out of Penelope’s apartment in a hurry and she is left with a vagina that can’t stop running it’s mouth. See, Penelope would never complain or put down her sexual partner for not helping her to reach climax, but her vagina seemingly has no filter and no concern for feeling’s being hurt. Of course, the fragile male ego is quickly bruised as Penelope tries to stifle the rude, aggressive voice emanating from her most intimate of female body cavities. In fact, the very first line of dialog is the young, gorgeous, beautician Penelope’s vagina blurting out put downs to the gentleman she just had unfulfilling sex with. This is the premise of Tom DeSimone’s 1977 bizarre comedy musical “Chatterbox” a film which wastes no time setting up the premise. Well, what if that vagina started talking to you? You know, started cracking wise, quipping away during your first date, and perhaps belting out the oldies as you sat down to brunch? What might her vagina say? Perhaps some wetness when a lady is sexually aroused, but orgasms are so often only known to the woman herself, and taken on their word by her partner. But the vagina…things are never quite so clear. When we orgasm, we blast a ghostly jet of liquid baby. When we’re ready to rock, that fellow stands at the ready. There they are, out in the open for the whole world to see. The cock and it’s dangling balls are easy to read and interpret. Vaginas can lead us deep inside a woman’s being, still, how much will you come away knowing? When comparing the sexual organs of both genders, the vagina is the cradle of seductive, tantalizing questions. They can be lovely or horrendous, loving or cruel, healing or deadly. ![]() Men and women both lust for it, strive for it, Hell epic battles have even been fought over it. The warm, wondrous realm from which so much feminine magic resides. ![]()
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