
What gets my panties in a bunch (and not in a good way) is the fact that he only wants to do things when he wants to. He doesn’t care that I’m sitting over here drying up faster than the deserts of Sahara (too much info -- sorry). He doesn’t care that he hasn’t displayed affection in over a week. He doesn’t care that I’ve been sleeping on the couch because I’m afraid I’ll strangle him in my sleep. All he cares about it his own damn needs and as long as they are met, everyone else should be fine.
I bet he’d care if I ran off with the pool boy. I bet he’d care if the mail weren’t all that the carrier was delivering. I bet he’d get off his arse if he knew I was initiating a new rule: do me before I even think about doing you.
Hmm…perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone and make those exlax brownies Viagra and exlax brownies instead. Now there’s and idea -- must go get started right away.
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You could take a Playboy and pretend to go read it in front of his nose, then start masturbating.
He might just not like that and want to 'help you out'.
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