RE: She Keeps Sucking The Life Out of Me
January 3, 2015 at 12:48 pm
(This post was last modified: January 3, 2015 at 12:56 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
Yeah, that's probably it. Or, maybe...
-Your description of the "male experience" in this regard is immature and disrespectful of both yourself and your wife.
-Your fantasies about the motivations and failings of others are pornographic and amount to intellectual voyuerism.
-You think about my dick too often.
Let's be clear, you're resisting the notion that some measure of self imposed hermitage is an extraneous and unnecessary precaution in order for men to maintain fidelity. I'm sorry, titties don't make me cheat on my wife. Distance doesn't make me cheat on my wife. "Temptation" doesn't make me cheat on my wife. None of this shit even factors in. My wife doesn't punish me in the sack for my choice of friends, venues, or duration. Neither of us requires assistance in "plumping up" but if either of us did...so what...is there an issue with that? You're taking a fucking cartoon position on fidelity, marriage, sexuality, and masculinity. In short, I think you're a joke and I'm going to keep this discussion going long enough for you to find your shame.
-Your description of the "male experience" in this regard is immature and disrespectful of both yourself and your wife.
-Your fantasies about the motivations and failings of others are pornographic and amount to intellectual voyuerism.
-You think about my dick too often.
Let's be clear, you're resisting the notion that some measure of self imposed hermitage is an extraneous and unnecessary precaution in order for men to maintain fidelity. I'm sorry, titties don't make me cheat on my wife. Distance doesn't make me cheat on my wife. "Temptation" doesn't make me cheat on my wife. None of this shit even factors in. My wife doesn't punish me in the sack for my choice of friends, venues, or duration. Neither of us requires assistance in "plumping up" but if either of us did...so what...is there an issue with that? You're taking a fucking cartoon position on fidelity, marriage, sexuality, and masculinity. In short, I think you're a joke and I'm going to keep this discussion going long enough for you to find your shame.
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