Category: sex
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Here’s how it works: when she wants to eat at a fancy restaurant, I take her—and I pay. When she wants new clothes, we go shopping together—and I pay. When she wants a vacation in Italy, we go together—and I pay. It’s just like being married—except I actually get sex!
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My good friend John went on a date with a lady. John is a gentleman, so he paid for the coffee and pastries. On the second date, they went out to eat, and again John picked up the tab. The woman thanked him and said that next time, she would pay. For the third date,…
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Something curious happened over the weekend. I was out shopping when I ran into a rather stunning-looking woman. Long hair, long legs, ample bosom—truly the epitome of sexy. I just had to go talk to her. Turned out she had a great sense of humor too, laughed at my very first joke. We ended up…
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One thing about old women annoys me immensely. Let me explain. I went to a bar yesterday, like I sometimes do on Saturday nights. I was peacefully sipping my drink at the counter when suddenly one of those old women showed up. Clearly had more than a few drinks already, wearing ridiculously trashy makeup (definitely…
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I was reading my diary, reminiscing about old dates. There is one I’ll never forget: I’m really pissed off. Tinder. Do I need to say more? I’ll tell you anyway. I found a woman on Tinder. Pretty, nice, everything good. We decided to go on a date. Drinks at a local restaurant. I went a…
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My friend John had been thinking that it might be nice to get a little frisky with his wife, Jane, in the evening, so he decided to send her a romantic and slightly naughty message from work, wondering if he might get lucky tonight. He had read in some women’s magazine that it’s a good…
