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11/30/2023 4:22 pm

"Do you take this women as your hypergamous partner?"

You can do a thing like that in Middle Earth.
I couldn't even manage the first base so where did I stand on commitment?
Still Middle Earth was just a joke, no more satisfying than the odds of winning on a pinball machine.
I loved November rain and it hovered above me beyond my reach.
My November rain had her walking down the aisle with her cock pinned out of sight between her legs.
The judge struck her hammer demanding that I admit my feelings for her.
How awkward!
That's where the natural progression of my real life had taken me.
But now I tried to imagine doing it the way that would make my parents proud!
I'd learn from them and do it their way.
I would dominate the relationship and be the proud bill payer and decision maker !
In real life though In was at some point very subservient to narcissist bitches.
The mind just wouldn't allow me the freedom to make a clean escape.
When I was at my prime, alive and neurotic I just loved me some bitches to get me high!
So many males scratched their heads wondering how the bitches got by, proudly claiming their worth by pointing to natural selection.
Some of those bitches knew how to strut their stuff too, and no way would they ever be sucked into that hypergamous nightmare.
I loved me some bitches! again
They were the bees knees, the sugar rush , the almond icing on top of the wedding cake.
They'd jam me into a cage and do stuff to give me a hardon.
Have you experienced that?
All dressed up for the ball then locked in your room.
There was no way I could fit in that box.
Now it was the lawyers turn to grill me in the witness box.
I really liked the way she looked and maybe I wasn't up to her.
We'd maybe hook up after the days courtroom dealings were done and make a truce or just pretend none of it ever happened.
We'd delight in each others company and feel a comfortable delight in each others intelligence.
We'd maybe even go on a field trip to an accurate historical castle and look around at the ancient dungeon instruments, and pillories.
Those obviously attracted her attention and she'd comment on how much simpler punishment was back then.
She'd slowly build on her story, beginning with how complicated and full of holes the modern legal system had become when it all could be dealt with, with the more practical dungeon devices.
Then her mind dawning on trying some of these thing out.
On me!!!!!! Being branded by her bitchy high heels perhaps.
She only had to remove her glasses and let her hair down to let me see her in a new light.
To let loose the nymphomaniac she hid inside.
Who was I too criticize her brand of foreplay?
Odd that no one else was around, like she'd paid to be alone, in this place.
She looked around at the items hanging on the wall, drawing her attention to the one that suited her needs.
Its leather looked hardened from neglect and the leather strands as sharp as rasps.
The thing looked like its thirst needed to be quenched by blood!
She took it down and began swinging it, soon getting the hang of it and I could see her eyes enlivened by a new fire that filled her with a cruel unsatisfied desire!
To me nothing new as every bitch I'd ever known was transformed by me.
Now demanding that I show my runty ass for a blessed atonement at her god crossed swell at her chest.
Who let that boossumed bitch out of her pen?
She wrote her own ending to November rain and she'd slash at those tender buttocks like she was provoking chords from an instrument.
That instrument being me !