La Censurée

Jolies demoiselles et braves dames,

Comme vous l’avez déjà remarqué, votre gouine préférée fait l’objet d’une censure sur haut et fort.

Mon home page est vide, si vous souhaitez me lire, vous devez impérativement cliquer sur mes articles.

Mais comment cela se fesses après une aussi longue et belle relation d’amour avec mon hébergeur chéri ?

La faute à qui ? La faute à cette chienne de grisonnante, depuis que j’ai posté cet article La Grosse Gouine est censurée.

Il faut croire que la politique et le sexe ne font pas bon ménage, que mes fantaisies lesbiennes ne doivent surtout pas rimer avec UMP.

Alors, pourquoi ne pas m’envoyer un avertissement ou plus simplement supprimer ce web blog ?

Ben, c’est vraiment tout bête, La Grosse Gouine attire plus de 100 lecteur par jour sans que je poste quoi que ce soit….

Moi, je suis amusée par la situation, j’ai envie du pire.

J’ai envie de trucs bien dégueulasse qu’il ne faut surtout pas raconter.

Comme, par exemple, Dati roulant une pelle à Sarkozette à l’arrière de sa voiture.

Oui, les chauffeurs savent encore parler…

Voyons Rachida, ressaisissez-vous, rien ne vaut une bonne moule baveuse, vous savez, pas celle de Léon.

 

A Night In Perez

 

Y’all perverts, it is time to read my words again. I know I’ve been kept you waiting but this time I am going to give a whole new meaning to sleaze and kinky. Thought that X-NA was DIRTY, well, think again, The Fat Dyke is only about sordid stories and this time around you are going to trip darlings.

 

I have been a very naughty fat girl lately and I just cannot keep it to myself.

 

Do not spread the word because I sure want to keep my rep but, I have slept with a man.

 

I was in LA last week to support my dearest friend Marion and for the fun of it, I just wanted to hang out with my lipstick friends in West Hollywood. To impress lez girls, I dressed as a drag with my strapped on dildo on and in my CK male underwear, just to cause a few commotions and, of course, attract the grassing cow-girls. Californian nights are just perfect to wake up the devil inside and that night was no exception.

 

I was looking for a kinky dyke when I meet him in a café. I was just there doing his things and I had to show him love and respect for his dot com. We talked and I noticed that he just could not get his eyes off my crotch that I pressed once in a while for the fun of it. Did he notice that I was in disguised? Or was he just a slut being caught up by the call of the cock? We talked about Paris, Brit Brit and La Lohan but the conversation suddenly turned around his butt. Yes, he sure was into anal sex, wanting to take it all the way up his ass. As you know, I am always OK for a one on one party, and decided to take him to my car. We drove up hills until we found a nice and quiet place.  I asked him where he’d wanna go, he simply answered all the way… Forgive my French but that piece of ass was mine for the night and I had to give him a good ride or else being called a FUGLY on line? As a DYKON myself, I’ve been watching dirty movies from Chi chi’s library, only in black and white to make it an arty experience, so that I already knew how to please a big faggot.  He told me wanting it deep and gave me a rubber. A rubber on a dildo, I answered him that I have always been a safe kitten. I fucked him for hours as deep as my plastic would go, making him moan for more. When he finally came all over the back sit, I French kissed him told him he was a complete BLAST.

 

 

Perez, I truly love you somehow.

 

Must be that dirty talking of yours and that fat ass.

 

 

xoxo

 

The Fat Dyke