It is soundproofed,” he said. “You can scream and cry, and no one will hear you.” He smiled at her alarm. “I mean that in the least creepy way possible.” I have a blasted degree, and I can’t do anything with it. Perhaps I can retrain. What about teaching? No, how will I pay my debts? Yes, sir,” she replied, grasping his leg as his hand stung her cheeks harder. His blows got heavier, and she gritted her teeth. I hooked up with a teacher at my daughter’s elementary school more than once. It didn’t happen on school property, but she did use a ruler against my ass when we role played.” — Stephen, 37 I kneel on the tiles and grab her hair, pull her head toward me. “One more hole,” I grin, wrapping the crook of my elbow around her throat.

He is using me so I may as well use him. The sooner I can pay off my loans, the sooner I don’t have to depend on him. I felt so bad for my husband, he was so let down. His self confidence slipped. “Okay” I said, time to get serious. I re-read “The Secret” a second time. I went on google and typed in “A person getting his dream job” and when I found the picture I wanted, I cut it out and then took a picture of my husband and pasted his face onto the picture I had cut out. It was of a man holding his cell phone in one hand reading “You got the job!” and his other hand was doing the high five pump in the air and he was jumping for joy.

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Yes, sir,” she said. She stood and felt her face burning with shame as she removed the lower half of her clothing. Mr Larson indicated for her to lie over his knees, and she complied. Needless to say, my mother did not excuse me from sex ed. She felt it was important to reinforce the lessons I was learning at home. And, I doubt she knew that “Sex Ed” really meant “Abstinence Ed.” That the entire week would center around scary young adolescents out of engaging in sex of any kind. I grew up in a repressed Catholic home. Sex was evil. Sex was bad. Sex would send you straight to hell, but God forbid anyone tell you more than that. Our sex ed: this is how babies are made, and don’t you dare do it until you’re married. My parents left that part up to school. Even when they had to know I was banging guys, they never once mentioned it.

I fondle her ass for a bit, making her squeal. Her hole is tight and tiny, clenching even harder as I rub it. “I really hope you’re a virgin. You were always a slut, but I can hope.” I couldn't believe the same argument went for three years. One fine day I shouted at him and asked 'What is that he wanted from me in his life?' He seemed to like that she thanked him and paused to rub his hand across her hot cheeks. “Stand up,” he said. “Remove your trousers and your underwear.” She showered and dressed. She wore a skirt. Nothing too short, but a little pencil skirt that accentuated the curve of her behind. She did her hair and her make-up. She applied a little more make-up than usual and added a few more curls. She did not want it to be obvious, but she wanted to look nice for Mr Larson.

Wifelovers are turned on by women who are already taken.

But still, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to protect me from the harsh reality of living as a woman in a male-centric society. It wasn’t enough to keep me from internalizing the endless lessons the patriarchy throws at the youth of America. Perhaps, at the youth of the world. A few weekends later on a Friday night, Dave and his wife came over for dinner and to watch a new DVD we had gotten from the video store. Dave was as cute as ever and I got wet just seeing him again. His wife (Sherri) is about 5’10”, and slim with an athletic build, smaller c-cup breast, long legs and curly bleach blond hair. Although Barry hadn’t mentioned when we would act out his fantasy, I got the feeling we might be doing something tonight. Lily groaned when he reached up and grabbed her tits through her far too tight blouse. “Harry, no!” she snapped. She’d been stunned before, but now it was giving way to anger. “Stop this right now!” During my lunch hour. I overheard Mr Foster talking to the sandwich shop owner about how he had lost his supplier, and I approached him.”