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Nov 2014
Life is an automatic process
It goes on automatically
I live in a simulated world

Changing times and changing faces
Changing dates and changing places
It's all the same to me

The emptiness remains the same

There is a woman
Who I love
In an ideal world
We would be together

Alas
She married a strong powerful man
An alpha male
A Jujitsu expert
With great ****** stamina

When he thrusts into her
I moan in my bed
The pathetic cries of the cuckold
He is ******* the woman of my dreams
Filling her with his seed

Well, It is not an ideal world
Things often do not go as planned

And when I am able
To become aroused enough
I am learning to love the taste
Of my own cream
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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