Women that know how to cum

BoyNextDoor

I hate liars
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I love women. I love all women. Women are wondrous and mysterious and beautiful. Women are crazy and sensual and irritating all rolled up into a wet, hot little slice of heaven that is a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma. But the best women are the ones that know how to cum. The ones that know what they want and know how to translate that into a big fat wonderful orgasm.

But women that do not know how to cum are so disappointing. So pedestrian. So plebeian.

So three cheers for women who cum and cum hard! And wishing well and hoping the women who don't know hoe to cum some proper experiences that will show them the way.
 
How relieved are you...

...to finally get that off your manboobs, boy?
 
I love women. I love all women. Women are wondrous and mysterious and beautiful. Women are crazy and sensual and irritating all rolled up into a wet, hot little slice of heaven that is a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma. But the best women are the ones that know how to cum. The ones that know what they want and know how to translate that into a big fat wonderful orgasm.

But women that do not know how to cum are so disappointing. So pedestrian. So plebeian.

So three cheers for women who cum and cum hard! And wishing well and hoping the women who don't know hoe to cum some proper experiences that will show them the way.

Are you drunk?
 
I love women. I love all women. Women are wondrous and mysterious and beautiful. Women are crazy and sensual and irritating all rolled up into a wet, hot little slice of heaven that is a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma. But the best women are the ones that know how to cum. The ones that know what they want and know how to translate that into a big fat wonderful orgasm.

But women that do not know how to cum are so disappointing. So pedestrian. So plebeian.

So three cheers for women who cum and cum hard! And wishing well and hoping the women who don't know hoe to cum some proper experiences that will show them the way.

Best typo in a while.
 
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I approve of this thread.

His quiet command had worked magic on me, calming my nerves inexplicably, as I found my breathing beginning to even and the adrenaline rushing out of my body.

I took another deep breath as he let go of my ankle and ran his hand through my short, dark, curly hair.

Good girl," he said, still whispering. "When I saw you last week, that suit framing your tight little body, I wanted to rip off your shirt. Did you know I could see these right through your armor?" he asked, running the palm of his hand over first one nipple, then the other. He kept his other hand holding the collar, crouching over me, tightening the leash as I tried to move away.


I approve of your storytelling.
 
His quiet command had worked magic on me, calming my nerves inexplicably, as I found my breathing beginning to even and the adrenaline rushing out of my body.

I took another deep breath as he let go of my ankle and ran his hand through my short, dark, curly hair.

Good girl," he said, still whispering. "When I saw you last week, that suit framing your tight little body, I wanted to rip off your shirt. Did you know I could see these right through your armor?" he asked, running the palm of his hand over first one nipple, then the other. He kept his other hand holding the collar, crouching over me, tightening the leash as I tried to move away.


I approve of your storytelling.

I got the gift of smutty gab, what can I say?
 
Was this a beer night? Scotch? Tequila?
Do share.
 
His quiet command had worked magic on me, calming my nerves inexplicably, as I found my breathing beginning to even and the adrenaline rushing out of my body.

I took another deep breath as he let go of my ankle and ran his hand through my short, dark, curly hair.

Good girl," he said, still whispering. "When I saw you last week, that suit framing your tight little body, I wanted to rip off your shirt. Did you know I could see these right through your armor?" he asked, running the palm of his hand over first one nipple, then the other. He kept his other hand holding the collar, crouching over me, tightening the leash as I tried to move away.


I approve of your storytelling.

You would.
 
you're a fucking moron.

i can only imagine how many women are rendered plebs by your company.

That really hurts. Maybe you would condescend to let me try and show you that my company is anything but pelbian?
 
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Three cheers for men that know how to pick up their dirty underwear.

*crickets*

My man wouldn't dream of not picking up after himself!
I'm beginning to wonder at some of the women here.... Seems many have complaints about their men? :confused:
 
One thing I have noticed about you, your shit doesn't stink.

Oh, my shit stinks. Like everyone elses.
I just don't seem to have the same issues with my man!
Mind you, he's a mariner..... he grew up knowing the golden rule of being at sea -'A place for everything, and everything in it's place.'
Maybe that's why we work.... I have OCD, and he's a clean, tidy person.

Tbh, I think the problem is not so much that y'all have men that don't pick up underwear.... I think it's more that y'all let it get to you!
Note: generic 'y'all'.
 
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