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| The human furniture was easier to dispose of. |
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| She did promise you a night to remember. |
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| You’ll earn those extra dollars. |
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| I went out once a girl once who had a castration fetish. We haven’t seen each other for years, but there’s a part of me that will always be hers.
(Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all week. Hey – how many castratrices does it take to change a lightbulb…) |
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| Good thing you’re not going anywhere today. Plenty of time to talk about it. |
Incidentally, if you like this blog (and I have to tell you: you’re really wasting your time here if you don’t), you’ll almost certainly like this one as well. He doesn’t put the captions in the pictures, but the basic idea of encapsulating a scene in a few pithy (?) sentences is much the same, and he has some really lovely, sexy, funny ones: Improbable fun
"train punctuality" – I get a little queasy thinking about what would happen if I were to do that. She Who Must Be Obeyed would most definitely make sure I never did it again.
Quite right too. It's always best to tell her everything when you've done something wrong. After all, what's the worst that can happen?
Yes I can see why you prefer the lady holding the cane in my post:)
Love,
Ronnie
xx
I had a concept for addressing the large proportion of young men who find it very difficult to find a woman willing to get in a relationship with them. The idea is to allow a certain percentage (maybe 20%) of heterosexual relationships to end in castration for the male partner. With a cost of castration risk, fewer men would be relegated to not dating because with each successive girlfriend a man would be less and less likely to keep his testicles. It would genetically eliminate the difficult ‘heartbreakers’ allowing women to have fun with them but ensuring relationships and reproduction for the more submissive men.
What a sweet idea, Shorty. Only I’d suggest the 20% gelding-gamble should be taken at the start, not the end.
A giggly slightly-drunk couple stumble laughing into her apartment, fumble around for a condom then he just quickly has to squat down and dangle his ball-sack into the Auto-Elastrator 2000, while she presses the button before…
“Oh! Oh dear, what a shame, I was really looking forward to that! Tsk… I’m so unlucky at the moment – you’re the second this week! Err… game of Scrabble?”
Best wishes
S
I didn’t really think of it as a gamble, but as a statistic. I figure that if there were a legal route for women to have their lovers castrated it would happen about 20% of the time. I don’t know if that is true but it seems like the sort of thing that would be Pareto distributed.