Now That She's Started, How Far Will She Go?

About as far as your feverish imagination can take her, maybe even farther.

Here, let me clue you:

Picture her taking 8 BBC's at once. That's right, one in her mouth, one in each ear, one fucking her between her tits, one in each armpit, one in her ass, and one in her pussy. Count 'em, there's 8, all at once. Oh wait, she's got another cock in each hand. That's TEN, a new porn record! Watch out, Guinness!

I'm a former gymnast and I'm now working as a choreographer, and it took all my s******* and training to figure out how to place everyone. She will have to be in sort of a weird position or you won't be able to see all the cocks at once. That's okay, this whole cuckold thing is pretty weird, a little MORE weirdness won't be noticed.

Mattress-music by "Spunk," pharmaceuticals by Pfizer and Carlos Gomez, and I'll need a crew of fluffers to keep all the cocks hard and a crack foley team to get all the squishy-squishy and moany-moany sound effects right, she HAS to be moaning, "Oh god, fuck me harder, fuck me harder." How she is going to do this with a cock in her mouth need not be explained. So I'll put it on You-Tube when I get it done.

Okay, so let's inject a little reality here. There is nothing that will ground you in reality like a wedding. Like, when Jenny got married, I just missed being a bridesmaid by one cup size. Okay, well, TWO cup sizes. For guys, getting married is just what you have to do before you Slip her the Pork, but for us girls, it has a different meaning.

I mean, she gets up there in front of her parents and all her friends, and YOUR parents and all YOUR friends, and the Minister, and God, and promises to "leave and cleave" and yada yada, and now it's ten years later and she's forty pounds heavier and now you think she is going to bring guys home? Guys, they forget all that yada yada stuff, but girls don't. We really believe it, even ten years ater and forty pounds heavier.

If you want a domme bitch-grrl, you have to MARRY one to BEGIN with!

After you marry miss "nice-nice" it's too late. Oh, I know, everyone has a "brother-in-law story: "Mah bruth'n law, he married this girl innis sunday school class, a' they didn' even git back from th' HONEYMOON b'fore he was licking the other guys cum out'n her pussy," but those are the exceptions that prove the rule.

You need to marry someone like ME, I mean, I LOVE to show off, I'd be a perfect slut-wife, I mean I am WAY to wild to EVER settle down with one guy. Of course, I'd never marry you unless I was really, really stoned, or maybe in a fit of absent-mindedness. Of course, I don't really go for the panty-boy, TS/TV/TG stuff, or the femdom stuff, but that has nothing to do with cuckolding anyway, (not that there is anything wrong with it).

Love,

Jamie

PS No, I'm not hinting, I don't WANT to get married, to you, or anyone else, I'm having WAY too much fun being single!