Lezzy Weekend: Help, my pussy wants to purr again

 
     I heard my pussy speak to me again yesterday while I read this humorous article titled My Pussy is Purrin' Again by bisexual author, D'yan Forest. My pussy didn't say anything new that it hasn't already said to me in the past, yet it spoke with a fervor that is usually reserved for those moments when something new and previously unspoken is being said.

      "Did you read that?" it asked. "I also want to purr again. If that 78 year old pussy is purring, there is no reason why I shouldn't be purring. I'm only 25."

 I looked away and pretended not to hear it. It's a proven strategy with a good track record. My pussy doesn't do monologues, but that's only because it lacks the talent required for monologues. And it hates to be reminded that it lacks talent. However, yesterday was different. My determined pussy was not going to passively let the matter go, even if that meant talking alone. It was going to talk until I responded.

"Why am I not purring?" This time it spoke with a bit of anger in its voice. "I want to purr. I was made to purr." My incessant pussy whined about the same thing in different words, like the bratty little spoiled child of wealthy parents, until I finally gave in.
 
 "Ahn Ahn, see missing trouble o. If you want to purr, purr nah. Am I holding you? Ehn, am I holding you, mschew?" This was the first time I ever spoke back to my pussy. It was surprised by my response.
"I... I..--
"Look, enough is enough! Don't come and be bothering me with this nonsense. If you want to purr, go and purr."
My pussy was quiet. I felt bad for yelling at it, but at the same time I was happy that I had finally responded to it.

Have a happy weekend.

On second thought, this is probably not the best post to put up on a day I plan to crash at my friend's place. My sisters will read this and probably think I'm not coming home tonight because I'm making my pussy purr. Life is beautiful. Stay beautiful.

XOXO.