Me and My C***
Von: Natty RosebudLife doesn't break down neatly into reds, greens, and blues. The ocean alone is probably made up of a billion different shades. Clearly, we are given to understand that there is much to know in this ever widening world of ours. Much in the style of cinematheque - a small theater showing experimental, artistic, or classic films - Ms. Rosebud wastes no time appealing to the LCD (lowest common denominator) philosophy of mass marketing and goes straight for the fringe market. According to the author, "It really shows what women are thinking. Let's face it. We all believe that vaginas smell like roses."
Roses or otherwise, the author leaves no scent unexplored in her relentless pursuit to arrive at the sine qua non olfactory rendering of the female netherworld. But ever undaunted, she does not end her quest there at the sainted and scented orifice, covering in varying detail, arousal, birth/control, bleeding, celibacy, clitoris, color, dryness, elasticity, grooming, libido, masturbation, giving a well-rounded view of the vaginal and clitoral world unlike any precursory undertaking. An, Everything You Wanted To Know About The C*** But Were Afraid To Ask, if you will.
Read at your own risk and close the blinds.