I loved that Nasty Bitch!

Married life and marriage is so dammed overrated, life itself is so darned complicated. Marriage is a job in which we all have to work on, you heard me. Any successful marriage takes on an identity of its own; I’m considering myself to be an expert at. Being involved in three failed marriages gives me a clear perspective on the inner workings of how to fuck up one life.

This post is from my worldview on marriage and how manipulative a good piece of pussy can be. Most females knows in the back of her mind that she can fuck 99.9% of all men. Now if that’s a reality, I don’t know. A relationship consist of fucking (sex) and money (finances). That’s just the fact!

Men are obsessed with a good piece of pussy, men prefer a nasty bitch at home, but he wants her to be a lady outside the home. Men want their wives to suck their dicks and swallow every drop of cum that spews out. The nastier the bitch the better, he’s willing to pay all the bills as long as she’s faithful to him.

Don’t get the wrong idea, men love a whore/bitch as long as she’s doing it with him. If a bitch looks like Kim Kardishian or any one of the Kardishian girls, she can get away with just about anything. Let an ugly bitch even think about fucking around on their significant other, that ugly bitch will face mass consequences.

My last wife was a total fuck-up, but I loved the bitch. This nasty uneducated whore would deliberately do fucked up shit in front of me. Even to this date; I’m still wondering how she got away with some of the vile stuff she did or should I say I let her do. This bitch knew that if she fucked me good, I’ll overlook some of her provocative shit. Yes, I got the okie dokie.

I loved that Nasty Bitch because she was good at diverting my attention by throwing me a curveball every now and then. That Mother Fucker would fake an argument with me, when she wanted to fuck the other guy. What’s upset me the most is that I had visions of her fucking the other guy, the way she tucked me. Even after we divorced, I continued to have these visions of her fucking some other dude.

The bitch knew exactly what to do in the bedroom, but she developed a paranoia. She began to think I was fucking other bitches the way I was fucking her. I’m not joking, now I have to convince her that I’m a saint. I’m not a saint, but I wasn’t shooting loads of cum up someone else’s pussy. This bitch became so paranoid, she once told me the house (our home) was talking too her.

I loved the Nasty Bitch, and I allowed her to get away with too much. The bitch stood 5ft.9in. at 145lbs and she was a knockout. The bitch loved attention and she sat out to garner all the attention she could get. She would come home and brag about all the men and women who were running behind her. Yes, you heard me, women too.

I allowed so much to continue because I was in denial, and she really handled her business in bed. She fucked my brains out, curveball number one. I was blinded by her pussy, I licked that pussy, tried to literally eat that pussy, because I thought it was all mine. Curveball number two.

I remember some guy named Ricky sent her a card to out PO Box. Retrieving the car from the PO Box, I’m thinking no malice and delivered the card to her. The Bitch faked a cry and claimed she had no idea who or where the card come from. I married a fake Bitch, this Bitch once invited one of her dicks to our home under the false pretense that he was interested in a car I had for sale. Men, y’all see what a good piece of pussy will do. The Bitch knew I lived fucking her and she got brazen. This no good Bitched would fuck just about anywhere at anytime. We fucked in the d broad daylight at one of NC state parks. I believed that if I had asked, she would have graciously participated in an orgy, but that’s not my thing.

Me and this Crazy Bitch divorced in January of 2011, but she wanted to keep tabs on me. In spite of the divorce, we continue to fuck around for a couple of years until I came to me senses.