CreepyFrank
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2017
- Posts
- 139
There are no faithful wives, just cheating sluts waiting to happen. I know that. I know that most are frustrated, eyeballs deep in anger at their husbands. You can't live with someone and not have resentment build. Even the best husband is in some ways an ogre. And every wife is a princess.
Me? I'm just a knight in shining armor. No, not really. I'm tall, neat, salt and pepper hair, I'm handsome in a slightly grizzled way, I have experience in my eyes, danger, and laughter. When I take your left hand and kiss it, I make sure my lips touch the ring.
"Come on, cherie," I say, the devil in my grin, and a little cajun in my accent. "You can do better than that. Just relax, listen to the music, follow my lead."
I know what your husband has forgotten, standing over there with his buddies, holding their beers like they were holding their cocks, watching the game on the big screen like it was a naked girl. Dancing is sex. You might keep your clothes on, you might not do anything that would raise an eyebrow, but while you're dancing, your bodies are talking to each other. That's why teenagers are so bad at it, and that's why husbands don't do it unless they have to. That's why I teach lessons.
Not that I'm a pro or anything. I'm just a country lawyer, but I know the steps and I have a certain flair, and the bars around here find that dance lessons bring in money, and I teach for free. At least, I don't ask for any money. I get my compensation in other ways.
Yes, holding your body in my arms on the dance floor is one way, but I plan to be holding your body in your marriage bed before the end of the week.
Me? I'm just a knight in shining armor. No, not really. I'm tall, neat, salt and pepper hair, I'm handsome in a slightly grizzled way, I have experience in my eyes, danger, and laughter. When I take your left hand and kiss it, I make sure my lips touch the ring.
"Come on, cherie," I say, the devil in my grin, and a little cajun in my accent. "You can do better than that. Just relax, listen to the music, follow my lead."
I know what your husband has forgotten, standing over there with his buddies, holding their beers like they were holding their cocks, watching the game on the big screen like it was a naked girl. Dancing is sex. You might keep your clothes on, you might not do anything that would raise an eyebrow, but while you're dancing, your bodies are talking to each other. That's why teenagers are so bad at it, and that's why husbands don't do it unless they have to. That's why I teach lessons.
Not that I'm a pro or anything. I'm just a country lawyer, but I know the steps and I have a certain flair, and the bars around here find that dance lessons bring in money, and I teach for free. At least, I don't ask for any money. I get my compensation in other ways.
Yes, holding your body in my arms on the dance floor is one way, but I plan to be holding your body in your marriage bed before the end of the week.
