You tell your wife to lay back on the sofa as she watches you come inside me as I ride you on the coffee table. Then you tell me to sit atop her face and you instruct her to clean me up and it’s not long before I cum again.
(Source: sensualidades, via sub-wife)
Anonymous said: I'm not going to lie. I'm incredibly jealous of sex workers. Getting paid a couple of grand to have sex is the dream. I hope that when I die I an reincarnated as a female rofl
Yeah…. there’s a lot more to the job than lying on your back.
Next time you’re in the city, look at every single woman who walks past you in the street and imagine fucking them, talking to them, kissing them, sleeping next to them and eating them out when they haven’t showered for so long their secretions are coagulating and you can smell it through their clothes when they open the door.
Then go home and do four loads of laundry in a row, scrub down your shower five times, and change your sheets six times even though they’re not dirty.
Then fork out $1500 for advertising and $1000 in rent on a flat you don’t live in.
Then put some ads up for sex and spend the next week of your life listening to mouth breathers, arseholes, murder threats and unsolicited dirty talk until you turn your phone off and miss the one legitimate inquiry that got through.
Then go to the doctor and get unnecessary blood tests and a few prostate checks just for fun.
Then go and get your balls waxed.
Then pay three times as much to your accountant for doing your tax because he’s the only one who’ll work with you. Pay tax, even though you reap no social benefits as an outcast in society.
Then get a cold sore or sprain your wrist and not be able to work for a week, but still pay for all your ads, flat and phone bills.
Then break your ankle and spend every cent you earned and saved fucking grumpy, old, disgusting women on the cost of living while you recover.
Then tell your mother and friends what you do for work because you’ve barely spoken to anyone you used to know in months and you’re lonely and lose custody of your kids when your own best friend reports you to child services for doing something completely legal. Then be driven out of town by a community who sees you only as a homewrecker and a whore. Cry because your ex husband beats the crap out of you and rapes you but the court rules that whores can’t be raped and you were asking for it anyway by putting your children in danger by working to feed them.