Apparently, I am picking up a flock of critics, that follow me around, quacking...
Fukkem. I love duck meat, properly cooked.
The wife is taking the kids someplace, and said goodbye, and I said 'come give me a kiss', and she came into my room and said 'I just put on fresh lipstick', and I said 'I don't want to kiss you there' and I grabbed her tight ass and brought her to me and smooched on her cunt through her jeans as she shuddered, and complained. Weakly.
What? How do you romance your woman? Or man, be you a woman? Do you suck and swallow him and let him hear you gag on it, ladies? Men, do you ask her where best on her to kiss is, and then do it, without complaint, with enthusiasm, regardless of what is on television?
Most important, and no, I'm not kidding, do you say grace over her, and thank God, Jesus, The Holy Spirit, and all the Holy Angels for what you are about to receive?
I mean it. I don't care if you mutter the prayer into her vulva. She doesn't, either.
Just, pray. Give thanks. Worship her. If you can't, rethink the relationship.
I know I failed in my first marriage. For a lot of reasons, and she was wrong, and I was wrong. Spilt milk...water under the bridge. And four kids mentally scarred for life.
No biggie, right?
Well, I'm trying to step outside of the crime scene tape that is my life...I give you all a glimpse into it so you can wince, and look away, and go and sin no more.
Sadly, I fear I'm like every video you saw in high school...
Nobody paid attention.