The setting: drinking some Sam Adams Octoberfest beer, listening to Prince double CD B-sides, feeling no pain or limitations.
The reason: being a bit lit up and not having any children responsibilities or wife BS to deal with, I thought of entertaining/educating you again.
Damn...in the right setting, Prince f'ing rocks...and this is coming from a Black Sabbath/Nirvana devotee...
SO, what's my bag man? Things are OK...but my wife's a bitch. It dawned on me tonight over sharing some beers with guys from work that this is the second time in seven years that I've had some guys over for beers after work. F'ing bitch...I'm a great husband...help with kids, clean up after dinner after her tough day of staying home and my f'ing stressful day at work, etc.
Yeah...it's the alcohol talking, but I'd love to f her in the ass and dominate her. Blow a load in her mouth. Just to show her I really don't give a shit anymore. I'm not going to kiss ass just to keep harmony. F that..and having to always initiate. I can do without...the innocent hugs from my kids is all the physical contact I need.
Sexy MF on now...know the song?
No, I'm not rambling...fully lucid....thinking about visiting gangbangsquad or bangmywife for kicks...maybe if she was treated like a slut and dominated, she might change her attitude. You know the one...the suburban wife that has it all and feels entitled to it. F you if you're judging me..you should be on your knees giving it up to your man with appreciation that he isn't getting it somewhere else.
And F you about issue I have. I'm a good man and deserve better. I don't need your analytical BS...
Nah...I'm not hostile...just fed up. My wife and I fucked like porn stars when we met in college. Was that just to land me? We did it all. Over time it's been reduced to just spooning and only if I nearly beg for it.
Women...men want to fuck. We want blow jobs. Physical intimacy equals love to us. And even more so when we don't have to nearly beg for it.
Gett Offf playing right now. We used to dance to this and Erotic City and hump on the dance floor and didn't care who saw us. (sigh) I miss those days. Not even the sex so much as the unity in the togetherness. And screw the ideas of getting it back. She's happy living in the past, bringing up past transgretions like raising my voice when I'm not liking something, etc.
Am I BLACK in mood...yeah. She's out of town with the kids this weekend. At her mom's throwing me under the bus. The great thing is I don't care. Her mother is an idiot so no loss.
If I wasn't strong in my Faith...I'd have a hottie grinding on my lap right now. Someone that would appreciate the time and tenderness I put into them with my tongue, cock, etc. How many woman would love 20-30 of oral complete with fingers, mini vibe, etc. I don't quit until asked.
Mentally I've quit though.
I'm tired of the games.
Easier to just pass out on the couch.
Sorry this wasn't more uplifting or left a lesson.
Life has a way of getting in the way...