A Horny Walter Mitty
A Horny Walter Mitty
Her plunging neckline drove him
to want to sink his face deeply
between her bulging firm breasts,
but his wife would never let him.
She kept him from living the lifestyle that
he always fantasized about.
Unfortunately, his wife was extremely
devout and built with a very stout form.
She was always the bread winner of their
household.
If she wasn't, he'd find himself between the slender thighs of many buxom brunette
beauties.
He once got laid by a sultry red headed,
french maid while zoning out during rush
hour to his wife's prison tower.
This poor man had absolutely no power
or manly backbone.
He crawls home every night like a baby coward.
Maybe one day she'll die or he'll nerve up and
leave her.
Until then, he'll have to dream of a team of
Russian blonde bombshells, scantily clad
to serve him vodka shots on their tanned and toned bodies before dinner.
He smiles a devilish grin,
for he secretly enjoys being a sexy sinner.
He is pleasantly pleased and well satisfied
to be the sole winner of his own household.
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