I received a bonus this month. Exemplary sales performance at Glo-BORE-Co, schmuck job division. Nice one too, made Da Wifey REAL happy, we’ve struggled…
So she’s due a trip to the Wofford store, finally going to submit to the lingerie I do so desire.
I like the real old school stuff.
Now you understand it HAS to fit and be functional so she HAS to wear it. Maybe a couple of new dresses, real Donna Reed stuff, and some shoes I like. I’ll take care of the pearls; she hasn’t had margaritas in years. Functional garters, tan nylons, slight seam full fashion heel & toe. Maybe some of the pantyhose (Gawd I’m getting hard just typing this), the Shear-er the better.
There is nothing in this world comparable to a full grown woman’s ass framed in expensive lace NOTHING. And no better place for my face, either. And while the product’s disposable, the need for constant renewal is life affirming.
And the sky is so blue you have to squint just to look at it when a woman comes home from work and has been in pantyhose all day. Just pantyhose. You see, pussy is the most beautiful creation in all of … of…ungghhh !
Look out honey, I possess super human strength.
A woman’s capacity for multiple orgasms is befuddling. Our record is seven; she slept well for a week. If man could do that we’d never left the cave. God made US to go to the beer store. Afterwards.
Then the tax bill came. Wiped it all out, all of it.
Goddamned Federal Government.
