This is for the grown folks. Those who aren’t self conscious and feel the need to keep the topic of sexual intimacy only in the bedroom; this topic is for the folks who likes to get laid properly and enjoy multiple orgasms. This is for my coochie lovers; my dudes who are not afraid to lay the pipe on a woman and continuously go back and get more. This is for my females who have that bomb ass coochie and proud to scream it “Yeh, I got that cocaine coochie”…This is that obsessive coochie post. If you are not ready for this conversation, I suggest you scroll down and read one of my other family oriented post because this post isn’t about family, it is not about philosophy or music. This one is dedicated to real folks out there who don’t mind talking about anything and everything…
Have you ever met someone who despite not being able to get along with them just kept you coming back just because of the coochie? If that’s hasn’t happened to you then maybe you have been penetrating the wrong hole. I mean dang, how could you not have met that one chick, no matter how ugly or fat she became, you still needed to get inside of her for that one good nut; that one good, “yeh, that was some good ish”. That ladies and gentleman is that “Obsessive Coochie”
I remember back in college I dated this chick name Ebony and she and I couldn’t get along at all. I mean, she had a stinky attitude, she was loud, self centered, egotistical, the heffa was everything you could think of, but she was fine as hell and had the best coochie a brother had up to that point. So regardless of how much I hated all those things about her, she knew she had that obsessive coochie and she knew at 3 or 4 oclock in the morning, on my way back from the club, I would make a stop at her crib just so I could whip that. She enjoyed it, I needed it, especially when the others couldn’t help me much. Yeh, they were new meat but nothing to write home about. But Ebony, lord oh lord, she was it…Until
I met Beatka…yeh, this one right there definitely brings a smile to my face. She was everything a brother could want in a woman, but she was crazy. This woman would wake up at 5 in the AM just to do her nails, I mean, dang, are those nails that important? I had to let her go but I would stop by her crib sometimes 3-4 times a day just to get me some. She’s the type of woman that would get you butt ass naked, handcuff you, freak the hell out of you, and then tie herself up so you can go to work. It was quite a turn on when she would do that and that is one of the reasons a brother always had to go back to that obsessive coochie.
Now I was discussing this topic with a few friends and we all came to a consensus that regardless of the person’s relationship status, body shape, physical impairment, if the coochie was good, we will indeed go back to it.
So I know a few of you might be asking this very question, what makes a coochie obsessive?
Here are 5 things that I have come up with: Fatness, Smell, Wetness, Tightness, and Texture…
In order for you to always go back, she meets at least 4 of those criteria and it’s not something she can develop over time, it’s either you have it or you don’t. Do you have an obsessive coochie?