♥ shhexycorin ♥

It’s an interesting question… and one that cannot possibly have a definitive answer. There are days when you decide to try something new, but generally speaking we fall to the old reliables, the never fail turn-ons and tools that will get us off to the desired conclusion without too much trouble.

My guaranteed orgasm generators are a kitten (no more than 4 months old) and a box of tissues. I am a big fan of sex toys, but do prefer the natural touch. I won’t go into too many details, but I will present you with two facts and you can work it out for yourselves.

1. Kittens under the age of four months don’t have such rough tongues - friction, rather than ripping you raw.
2. Kittens like playing with tissues.

All Shhexy needs for a wank is a tissue and a kitten

So my question to you is this? What do you use to wank? A fish? Some geriatric porn? Your Mum’s dirty pants and a cast iron griddle? Do let me know, I’m writing a paper on wanking practices around the world and need YOUR help!

Thank you muchly,
Corin

This survey is conducted by the National Institute of Shhexual Science, all responses will absolutely confidential.

I do love meeting new people online. Normally it’s just blokes wanting to have sex with me in carparks, or send them dirty pictures of my shhexy legs in thigh-high boots.

Shhexy Marie-Elizabeth, new bezzie.

But sometimes you meet a true friend and it was completely by chance that I bumped into Marie-Elizabeth on a knitting forum, of all places. Don’t tell a soul I hang out there, knitting is for sad fucking fucks, but money is tight and if I don’t want to die of hypothermia this winter, I need to make me some jumpers.

Anyway, I was asking for advice on purling the perfect neckline and this girl with the username Hot-ME started chating to me. We got shouted at for going off-topic (dropping a stitch, they call it!), so we swapped MSN addresses and went private.

You know how you just click with people sometimes? We’ve talked every day. Marie-Elizabeth and I are like that, we talk for hours about the many men we’ve shagged, the men we want to shag (yes, we both have a list) and what sexy clothes we’ll wear to get these men into the sack.

Bosom buddies, that’s what we are!

Not me, you, you filthy bastards. My search engine referrals for June are not going to attract corporations who would otherwise want to get Shhexy on their books. Would you mind looking for nicer things, please?

Thanks and kisses,

Corin.

Search engine referrals for June:

Blimey, I keep rooting around in Clicky’s annals and just found a right fucking gem.

Not many of you will know that our favourite Pulitzer Prize-Winning Photographer had a few brief forays into Flickr before he finally hit the big time with the cunts on that useless piece of shit of a website.

Well, I found a snapshot of one of these incarnations! Who’d have known that Clicky was so well prepared? Not me, he never had any fucking condoms on him!

Anyway, enough of the niceties, here’s PPWP in one of his earliest Flickr incarnations. Don’t click any of the links, you spasticated mong, it’s not really Flickr.

Enjoy.

:)

I’ve got a lot of uncles, one in every port, you might say and I love every one of them. Without them, I wouldn’t have managed to get the new four foot Nikon telephoto lense for my D70s, essential for my stalking hobby.

A girl can’t help but have her favourites though and Uncle Malcolm is one of mine. I met him during my first year in England, whilst I was in the employ of Dwight Davis-Penderton.

Whilst many of Dwight’s other friends treated me disdainfully as a servant, Uncle Malcolm saw me as a real person. He took the time to know me completely, we spent hours chatting, me sat on his knee and playing with his badger.

Uncle Malcolm and his shhexy badger, Alice

I lost contact with Malcolm when he was implicated in the police persecution investigation into Clicky’s activities. But last week I got a phonecall out of the blue, it was Malcolm! He’d finally been released and was desperate to see me.

He came over last night, I cooked him his favourite dinner and we caught up on all that lost time.

I was exceptionally pleased that he had his badger, Alice, with him. The two were inseparable and the thought of young Alice alone whilst Malcolm languished in prison had cause much tossing and turning in my bed.

But they were the same as ever, the time apart had just strengthened their touching bond.

Ah, there is little better than the company of old friends. I’ll be seeing Malcolm again next week, he wants to take me shoe shopping, a little treat for his favourite girl!

Yay! I love shoes, especially boots.