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Usually, married life rawks, but...
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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
She's a rock star in the sack and you know it.
It sucks, but there's nothing that can be done. I've been there and thought "Lord, I want to hit that sooo badly." Luckily, for me: (a) I can usually talk myself out of a sure thing with even the drunkest woman, and; (b) I realize that as soon as I came - as soon as the fleeting high of sex immediately subsided (as it tends to do post orgasm) - I’d all but shit myself thinking “What the fuck have I done?” I can’t lie to people I like. You can only cheat if you’re a stone cold professional liar. If you come home and she asks you what you did and you hesitate even a second, you’re dead.
Even if she were a contortionist, its never worth it. That is, unless you can lie. My friends who do that sseem to enjoy the extracurricular activity - and no, they don’t “secretly, deep down, in their heart” regret any of it. Its all been rationalized.
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Too true. Also, one of those moments when I both love and hate wearing a wedding ring. She definitely noticed, though not at first. Without it, there might have been mutual temptation to work the wine buzz off in the parking lot before hitting the freeway north.
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Drinking gin from a jam jar.
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