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smut theory

oatmilk

“That new oatmilk I bought is terrible,” my spouse said. “Why?  What’s wrong with it?” I asked.  “I had some–I thought it was fine oatmilk!” “It’s way too thick and chunky.” “Oh!  I like it!  I guess…because I’m used to swallowing thick and chunky fluids!” We laughed.  We were in the bedroom, and he was

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ritual theory

nuts

“Hmm, I’m going to stab you with an almond,” I told him.  We were in the car, and he was driving us to a small park nearby. “You can’t stab me with an almond!” he said. “Sure I can!  It’s pointy.  Look.” “No, you can’t.” “Here, I do it!”  Stab, stab gently on his forearm.

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smut

kissing his balls

Kissing his balls is my favorite thing to do, lately.  Not sure why they’re so appealing to me, now.  Soft, vulnerable, they smell good, a pleasure on my lips and my face.  He seems to enjoy it also. I’ve been with him for eight and a half years.  You’d think I’d have noticed his balls,

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