Can't See the Forest for the Bushes...
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Posted:Feb 7, 2010 9:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2010 10:07 pm
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As all of you know by now, Giorgio is happy
with the making of love with women of all
ages and ethnicities(the exceptios of course
would bewomen under age, really old women, say
80, and, well no....that's about it.
Women in Pants Suits, pretty frilly dresses, women
who are small, tall, Victoria's Secret to Wal-Mart's
bin of clearance, Giorgio is a man of the woman.
My young friend Richie is a 21 year old student
at the University. Richie rents a room in Giorgio's
house, as he was evicted from the house he shared.
Richie was evicted for slowly, but surely alienating all of his house mates.
Richie said he did this in a range of ways, from eating their oreo cookies, to inviting their drunken girlfriends to his room to see his fish, and seducing them, during house parties. Giorgio could not help but seeing something poetic there. But I digress.
Richie came from his room the other evening and, after walking his date to her car, came into the living room, with a twisted, sour look on his face, even more twisted, and sour than usual. Disgustedly he burst forth, and spitting as if he had tasted a sour dough loaf, unexpectedly...
"George...what the f.? I can't even believe what I saw tonight..."
Well, this had certainly peaked Giorgio's interest, because frankly, Giorgio can always believe what he sees. Especially in the bedroom!
"George...Andrea..is really cool, and hot...but..I...uhh,"
Clearly my young friend was at a loss for adequate words of expression. So I thought I might help put him at ease...
"Listen Richardo, my young.."and was cut to the quickest.
"George she had a big bush, dude, no warnings, no 'heads up.'
My head was forced up by nausea..and it's Richie dude,
not Ric...not whatever, you know?" He merely stood there, staring at the floor, shaking his head.
I stared a moment bemusedly at my friend, who was clearly in
anguish. He had never confided anything to Giorgio, so clearly,
knowing that I am a man of the world, and accomplished in
matters of the more delicious sex, he sought advice.
"Richie...a women's bouquet can be at it's fullest, and richest,
when allowed to ripen beneath hair and panties. Some of the
most erotic moments of Giorgio's life happened in the quest, through the jungle, to that fragrant bud of womanhood."
Richie then stared at me, his sour expression remained.
"George...dude...she had a bush... Did you even hear me?"
Then Richie stormed off, either to masturbate, or to steal Giorgio's oreoes. I believe it was the latter, as he headed
for the kitchen.
Giorgio thought for a moment of the joys of the mysterious
flower...hairy vagina, clearly, is wasted on the very young, and in this case, the supid.
Sorry, Giorgio judged.
After I had given the matter some thought, I left quickly... to dispose what was left of my oreo cookies.
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Giorgio Is Now a Fan Of American Basketball!
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Posted:Feb 2, 2010 11:22 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2010 12:13 am
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This past weekend, my friend Caesar, from the office I work in, graciously invited Giorgio to a University of Wisconsin basketball game.
"Giorgio" my friend Caesar called to me, " I have an extra ticket to the University Basketball game...would you like to come with me?"
Well, Giorgio did not know what to say, because Giorgio does not know what University basketball is.
"Yes, Caesar, my friend, yes of course Giorgio will accompany you to University Basketball," I replied with my most cordial, continental flare.
Caesar picked me up Saturday night at 7PM , and we headed straight to University Basketball Colliseum.
Shortly after the match had begun, Giorgi will not lie to you, the large men in over-size shorts pajamas, running the lentgth of the Basketball Gynasium, merely confused Giorgio. True, they did play with a ball, and attempted to put the ball in a netted hole, which did EXCITE Giorgio. But the object of the game seemed vague.
And each team sort of, in a half-hearted manner tried to stop the other peoples team from putting the ball into the intp the hole.
It seemed a game of little consequence, with grown men in attractice enough underwear, pushing a large ball into a netted orifice. Homo-erotic undertones seemd to be afoot, to be sure.
But Caesar KNOWS that Giorgio is really NOT a fan of young men's half-turgid members, unless that member BELONGS to Giorgio.
At the intermission, however, Caesar's reasons for our attendance was all-too clear!
At intermission time, a wonderful group of bautiful young women came running onto the gymnasium floor, in very taught sweaters, and shapely breasts, and better, VERY short white skirts. Cartwheels were turned, and handstands, revealing their panty covered venus mounds.
The skirts were so short, and the girls so generous with the view they allowed, that Giorgio enjoed watching with rapt interest as the young ladies turned cart wheels, giving the crowd a fine view of the silken red panties each wore.
This development was as unexpecred as it was welcome!
Giorgio made his way closer to the gymnasium floor, while Caesar just laughed and shook his head. Surely Caesar had had his fill of this beeautiful visage at some point, or he would have walked with me.
Giorgio, who is always ready for such occasions, had his Vivitar highspeed, 10.1 megapixel auto shot at the ready for the turninig
beauties.
There was, in fact, one exceptionally beautiful young lady who's eye met Giorgio's, who seemed to relish the thought of Giorgios picture taking.
And to my amazement, this beauty changed places on the floor during their excercise routine, to stand in front of Giorgio, and turn her full attention on me, and my camera.
Naturally, as you are aware, Giorgio has a passion for smooth young tighs, kicking high to expose silken panties, and after several hundred radid pictures taken, this tyoung beauty did something very discreet, and unexpexpected.
She stopped her routine for a moment, and with some fluffy props she used for her seductive dance, covered for a moment, made an adjustment underneath her pretty skirt, and re-started her high kicks in front of Giorgio, with his Nikon clicking in rapid fire succesion.
It was only after intermission, after the beauties receded to their beaty room, that Giorgio noticed what she had done.
Her high kicks from then on, exposed the most beautiful brown hairy muffin that Giorgio had ever seen!
Well, needless to say, Giorgi sought out this beaty after the proceedings and alas, she was not to be found.
It has been 3 days since this very special night, and Giorgio breaks from admiring his pictures, with his pants down, hand slathered in white lotion, long enough to record, for posterity, his special evening out. For extra stimulation, Giorgio has donned panyhose and garter belt, as a tribute to that young beauty and her very own wet, love canyon.
The G-Spot by Giorgio will always be on hand to chronicle any such special events, and Giorgio's Masturbatory celebration!
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Love the G is now.....The G-Spot
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Posted:Jan 11, 2010 7:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2011 6:51 pm
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I know...I know.
One day after launching this blog...
a blog dedicated to my observations,
my experience, my hopes and my dreams...
but most of all, my Love...of all the
beauty of that which is Vaginal, the name
changes.
That's right...the blog formerly known as
"Love the G," will now be known as
"The G-Spot."
It's not that I dislike the new title..not at all.
It is, in some ways, more fitting for this post.
And of course, need I say it?
I Love the G-spot!
It's just that I, like many people, have a hard
time with change. Especially when that change is
handed down from the suits upstairs.
I do not like the suits.
More specifically, I do not like the people in the suits.
Except of course for the marketing VP, Mindy.
I do like Mindy.
I even like Mindy's suit.
I like Mindy's suit the most,
at about 6pm, on Tuesday evenings. After
the other suits have gone home for the night.
I like it when the seat of Mindy's gray,
thigh-high skirt, is seated on her desk, on
top of the in/out baskets(no-really), and her legs
are spread wide for Giorgi.
After kissing my way past the garter belts, up
the silken inner thighs, and (Giorgi cuts no
corners)blowing hot air kisses through her
shiny silken yellow, bikini-cut, Victorias secret
panties, I slip my...oh...sorry...I digress.
The blog once wknown as "I Love the Pussy," (which I
certainly do) can now be found, under "The G-Spot"..
..by Giorgi.
I hope you enjoy it! G.
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I Love the Pussy...
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Posted:Jan 10, 2010 11:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2011 6:50 pm
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I don't know what it is...it be could the pretty smile attached,
the accessories, like tight jeans or short flower print skirts, but whatever the reason...
I Love the pussy!
There are a couple things that I know tme on...one is the anticipation...when we are kissing and petting, and I massage the underneath the skirt, over her satin or cotton panties, and I feel the heat and moist pleasure.
Then of course there is the trip northward, kissing the inner thigh, as the sweet smell gets stronger, and I plant the first one throught the panties, and give the clitty a little nibble.
When she cant take anymore, and I slip off the panties, or better,she rips them off herself, telling me to lick her, and I taste with the first french kisses.
Ultimately the magic takes us to licking and pressing our tongue on the clitoris, as my finger or fingers are being fucked, end with a spasm and a moan, and a flavor that is all her own.
I know I can speak for alot of flaming heteros out there when I say...I LOVE the pussy!!
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