… all the way to the chip shop
(trigger warning: video is unrelated to the subject matter of this blog, although I suppose those with a really really strong cuckoldry and insult fetish might just about find something in it).
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| And she’ll hold on to that very special key, just to make specially sure. |
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| It’s true, actually. There’s nothing that drives away mild discomfort quite like agony. |
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| A bit foolish, really. She could easily claim pro-domme rates for acting as his slavemistress and then where would he be? |
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| I eventually got round to asking my wife whether my performance in bed was OK or not. I was a bit worried, but actually she was very nice about it. Said it was so long ago she’d completely forgotten after all these years and why would it matter to anyone anyway? I was so relieved. |
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| Silly wasting money on a bus when it’s only eight miles anyway. Think how good you’d feel putting the bus fare into the fur coat fund instead. Every little helps. |
Bought the single myself back then. Good novelty record. Perhaps keys should be passed by ex Wives to future ones.