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Your Wife Won't Ever Know

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Your wife won’t ever know. Oh honey that’s just precious. She thinks you’re on a business trip? That’s darling, really, that she thinks you’re actually out working. Well, I mean, we’re certainly going to be exhausting ourselves… Did you wear a white shirt? Good, I want to get my lipstick all over it. I want her to clean it and wonder because I know she’ll -never- say anything about it

That’s right, the dumb cow won’t ever know. This is all about you baby. I know how to treat my man. If she cared about you the way I do she’d look forward to sucking you off. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. That cock is delicious.

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How’d your Sunday Superbowl start? 

I’m going to share with you how mine started.  My “flavor of the week” managed to stay over for the night.  His wife was away visiting family.   
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I am sitting in my living room, shutting things down for the evening. The TV is turned off before I start to tidy up the kitchen and take a glass of champagne up to my room. You know, the usual winddown routine. I like to leave my blinds open slightly so that I can catch the outdoor light inside. I love the way the moonlight shines through my front room. Sometimes, you may catch my naked body dancing in front of those blinds while I dance and sip my champagne to start my evening. Maybe I’ve left the back door slightly ajar so that you can slip in behind me ever so quietly. Continue reading “Peeping Tom Phonesex” →

There is only one thing I love more than an obedient man, and that’s a smart man. Not just a guy who knows his timetables or can add up all of the change in my purse extra quickly. I’m talking about ultra-smart. This man can look at a building downtown and talk to me about the architecture, what year it was built and how many degrees of heat it took to make the bricks. These types of men are the freakiest I’ve ever met.

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