Mmmm…Kay…?

Last week somebody found my blog using mens9″cocks as a search term.  Twice.  Spelled exactly like that.  Shorthand for inches and no spaces between words.

I was equal parts amused and appalled.

Amused, because I’ve mentioned nine inches of man meat exactly once and it wasn’t even in reference to my own life.  (I was talking about a beautiful, buxom friend of mine and her…requirements…for kink.  ;))

Appalled, because mens9″cocks offended my grammatical sensibilities.  Men’s nine inch cocks would be much more appropriate.

Regardless…  Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to dedicate today’s post to men’s nine inch cocks.  (No shorthand.  Spaces between words.)  I’d like to dedicate this blog post to men’s nine inch cocks.  I’d like to.  I really would.

But I won’t.

Instead, I am dedicating this post to a different search term entirely.  I’m dedicating this post to Belly Button Squirm.  Because whoever came up with that search term likely broadcasts on a…unique…frequency.  (Or should I say freak-uency?)  And because my kitty, who is named Beli (and affectionately called Beli Button) has a tendency to squirm.  And wiggle.  And…flop…  And stuff.

I hereby present Beli’s…erm…belly:

So.

Move over, men with meaty magnitude!  This is my pussy’s post!  😉

No need to scratch your heads in confusion, dear readers.  After all, it’s better to stroke your head than scratch it…  And it’s even better to pet your pussy…

Erm…

Sorry. I got distracted for a moment.  It’s just been one of those days.

Mmmm-kay?

😛