From my blog, Sin's Secret.

A. A is for Apple.
I could have chosen Ass, Anal, or Asphyxiation, but no, I chose apple.
The Original Sin.
The crucial piece of evidence against poor, beautiful, sacred Eve.
A historical image of the mixture of nature and sex.
Crisp, delicious, and bright, sexy breezer red.

B. B is for Boobs.
These joyous orbs of love have been a symbol of sexiness for more years than just about any sex symbol, and in all those years men have given life, limb, gold, and gods to ogle them, feel them, taste, tease, and squeeze them, and made them an endless source of pain, pleasure, and annoyance to women everywhere.

C. C is for Clitoris.
And condom. And cock.
But lets stick to the important one.
The clitoris is the female sex organ that runs underneath the sides of the labia and up out of the tip, and (all together) is about the size of the average penis.
Bet you didn't know that.
This luv nub has one purpose and one purpose only; to create pleasure for the body it resides in.

D. D is for Dildo.
And Dick.
But their pretty much the same thing.
The great thing about a dildo is that it works just as well (if not better) than any dick out there, and doesn't have the asshole attached to it (read however ye will). The downfall, however, is that it can't cuddle with you or buy you expensive shit.

E. E is for Erection.
Useful for late night booty calls, not for early morning biology classes.
Fun to play with, occasionally fun to look at, and supposedly feels like "having an extra finger stretched out in your pants, taking the best feeling stretch in the world."
Whatever.
Erection=(masturbation X coming)^2

F. F is for Fuck.
Once was the only "curse" word I refused to say. I had this theory about it being the only curse word that actually began as a bad word (versus bitch, ass, and damn, which were their own words first), so it was the only one that shouldn't be said.
But then I changed my mind.
Is now my favorite word. (Right next to Quixotic)
Has a beautiful, harsh, sharp sound to it.
Mmmm...fuck....

G. G is for Geisha.
Beautiful images of the East, these represent both the beauty of female sensuality, and the traps of masculine rule.
Not the Asian whores we tend to classify them as, geisha were meant to be the perfect woman.
Quiet, beautiful, mysterious, and subservient.
Sex was not normally involved (until a certain point), but they were meant to be everything the men they served wanted.
Serving them, laughing at their jokes, praising them.
The stuff real women wouldn't do, so the guys have to pay for it.
Much like todays hookers, who men go to for their kinks.

H. H is for Hell.
This is apparently where I'm going.
I told my mother recently that I think one of her very christian friends hates me, and she said "No, I think she's just worried for your eternal soul."
But eternity is a very long time. And if I'm going to burn in it forever anyways, I might as well enjoy what I've got while I'm not tiptoeing over the flames.
But don't get me wrong, religion is very important for us stupid little mortals.
I, myself, am very religious, very spiritual.
You need something to have faith in. To believe in wholeheartedly. To follow brainlessly. To always defend and never really think about. To justify your prejudices with. To kill people for.
That's what religion gives you. That special something to believe in.
I believe...
in love.
Love is all you need.