C**t.

Who are you calling cunt ? cunt ! Who dares call my name, who summons the mother, of all cunts and your mother too, y'cuntless wimp.
You think having a hole between your legs makes you a woman ? Think again, you need balls to call yourself a cunt ! No cross legged dry lipped virtuous virgins here! I'm a right cunt I am, a right fucking cunt, wide open and ready to eat you up for breakfast and spit you out for lunch.
I've not been saving myself for prince charming! You can stick your shining armour 'cos I've noosed my own charger. I rode it, bareback right into the fray, defending my own honour and my right to get fucked. You'll not catch me hiding in a corner deflowered and desolate, a vapid vaginal victim of circumstances. I'll fuck you right back you fucker, because she's had 'em all this old cunt, had 'em all and wanted more.
You feast on the mouth of the universe when you eat my pussy. I permit your union with the goddess, and should you worship there without due reverence then your pathetic profanity petrifies your potence, your loss is your own spirit, your scattered seed will spill in stale stains and our holy communion with eternity becomes mundane fuckery, so fuck you if you think you can fuck me over. This cunts been fucked, so many times she'll hardly even notice. You'll need a few extra strings to your bow if you're going to fuck this mother, whet her lips, cool her scorched earth, lull her raging tides and discover, if you may, the lush shores of her sated appetite where you can be still and whole and true for a while before embarking newly empowered.
No such sustenance to be had from your cute perfumed fuck me bitches who'll lie back and take it, whimpering succubus babes, passive potency twisted into dangerous artifice. Plastic pleasantries surgically enhanced till theres no cunt left at all! Shaven and shorn with nothing there but a neat clean slit for pissing or posing for porn. No sculpted stitched up mockery of maidenhood will move you like my well oiled, pulsing, clenching love muscle. My swollen, uncouth, squeezing, screaming, laughing cunt.
Perverts, look at your selves, call your self a woman with your baby doll bullshit and your girlie gloss, what is it all about? Where's your cunt woman? You've turned youself into a parody of your daughter, and come to think of it, hows she ever going to call herself a cunt if she's all pink, pretty, princess peodophiles delight? Dressing up her forbidden fruit like a fucking whores boudoir! Leave her alone, you have no buisiness there. As if we didn't have enough to deal with here come mutton dressed as lamb with baby jailbait in tow. She's like a little baby beacon welcoming all the wankers who are too limp to face a cunt that bleed unceremoniously, fucks euphorically and births magnificently.
No better stick with your she dolls, sterile barren barbies. Marry your mincing mistresses made up with malice aforethought, because you don’t want me to show you an thing or two! Lure you into a lush and heady courtship. Lead you up the garden path, round the houses and right up my street, and it won't be a blind alley. Not unless you're running scared, in which case, you might just find yourself caught, in a dead end, with a ball busting bitch. Doing your fucking head in with my radical fucking feminism. Ramming it down your throat again and again until you choke on it and call me a cunt. Calling me a cunt? I am C U N T cunt, and your mother too.