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Reality

With my first wife, I didn't know the first time, either, in fact I had no idea. But eventually, I knew, even though we never spoke of it. I knew, and she knew I knew. I wasn't stupid at all.

And as you would expect, regular sex between us became rare, though this happened every Saturday night.



 

Sorry, I don't know where I got this, so I can't give proper attribution.

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Of course you wife's going to wear a skirt to the office, there's just no guaranty how long she'll keep it on



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How do they feel? They feel fucking wonderful!



 

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Someone was excited to go to work this morning...and she wouldn't tell me why.




 

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Unlike you, an older, dominant man doesn't beg for a blow job




 

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Sunday, December 9, 2012

Unless accompanied by their owner, sissies found outdoors after sunset are subject to arrest and prosecution





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When she's naturally dominant, a striptease like this ends with one softly spoken word. No.




 

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Sunday, December 9, 2012

I have like ten kinky buttons pressed by this.




 

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Saturday, December 8, 2012

All I want for Christmas is to seek this look on Emily's face




 

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Uh, oh, someone squirted without permission and made a terrible mess. Best start cleaning that up. With your mouth.


 


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Friday, December 7, 2012

Well that's funny, it looks like someone got here before you did




 

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I love wearing an open bottom girdle.


 


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