The story I'm going to tell happened during Carnival this year. I've been dating a girl named Dayane for 4 years. She's 21 and I'm 22. My girlfriend, at least I think, has always been faithful to me, but the fact that she's quite naughty and even a bit of an exhibitionist sometimes makes me suspicious that she's never cheated on me.
I had a professor in college who, once, while talking to my class about the issue of adultery, said something that made us laugh. But later, I realized that maybe he hadn't said it as a joke and really meant it that way:— If a man doesn't know that his wife is cheating on him, he is not a cuckold. He will only be a cuckold if he knows and does nothing about it, accepting and maintaining that situation.
If noise pollution is a constant in construction, the arrival of that woman at a certain construction site always managed to impose silence. There was not a single worker who did not stop what they were doing to look at her wide hips filling out a pair of tight jeans. Her blond hair under her helmet flowed straight down to the middle of her back. The dress shirt tucked into her pants further highlighted her slim waist. Her slightly full lips displayed graceful smiles,
A whore is waiting for another whore, wondering if I ll live up to Pierre s desires or, to be more gentle, a whore is waiting for an escort.