Dyke-in-recovery - The Real Mirage Was My Sexuality This Whole Time

Trad Husbands

Traditional Husbands also have a huge part to play in a traditional marriage, although it’s not acknowledged by many of traditional individuals. So here’s a small list of the traditional husbands duties :

Make your wife feel protected, whether she’s with you or not.

Do the heavy lifting and fixing jobs around the house for your wife.

Always greet your wife with a kiss

Set an example to your daughter/s what a boyfriend should be like, and your sons how they should treat women.

Always bring gifts back from long work trips to show your loyalty and appreciation.

Make sure to remind your wife that you love her by taking her on dates, saying “i love you” frequently and holding her when she needs it.

Cater to her emotional and physical needs, like she does for you.

Give her days or time off, especially during pregnancy, birthdays and holidays in general.

This relationship is a balance, she looks good for you so make sure you’re hygienic and groomed for her.

Assure her consistently that she and her kids are completely provided for and protected as long as you live.

Support her in everything she does.

Women are a lot more emotional then their male counterparts so approach arguments and conflicts with caution and care.

Make sure you understand her boundaries and what she considers wrong etc, otherwise you’ll run into many arguments ( and obviously abide by these boundaries ).

Never talk badly to others about your wife. Even to your own parents and children.

This list isn’t all the duties of a traditional working husband, just a small guide. Although men and women aren’t equals, within a relationship it’s a balance. We have to work toward that balance by showing we have equal yet opposing duties.

Oh to be two one of two cum rags with my girlfriend worshipping a man's cock

Fuck her ass and let me eat your cum our of her hole daddy 🤤💜

Quick trigger warning ⚠

Picture this, you're talking with some of your girl friends and a single guy about all things feminism. About how women are so undervalued and independent and don't get treated as well as they should. When suddenly, your male friend seems a bit... Annoyed. After the talk when you two are alone you ask him why that was, and, before you can even do anything about it, he shoves you against the wall. He rips off your clothes and rapes you as hard as he can. You feel so disgusted, so violated and hurt. But he just feels so good.. Every thrust into you drains out any thoughts of resisting him. He's so rough with you but you don't care, you're too horny to care. All you care about is the cock violating you, and the man behind it. Once he's done, he leaves you there, so weak you're just sitting against the wall, his cum leaking out of you. You could tell your friends, you could call the police.. But you don't want to. You're already wanting it again, you're smiling at the thought. Over the next few months you'd dress sluttier around him, hoping he does it again. You'd send him pictures showing off. You'd go out of your way to run little errands for him. And each time you'd pleased him enough he'd fuck even more of the feminism out of your mind. He'd replace it with thoughts of submission, and service. Thoughts of being a slutty housewife, cooking and cleaning for him. Thoughts of how stupid you were for ever thinking you were equal to him, or that you weren't treated well. Eventually, all that would become reality. You'd live with him as a full-time housewife, doing whatever he wants. He wants food? You'd cook it and suck him off while he eats. Cleaning? You'd do it naked, with cameras all through the house to watch if he's ever gone. And you're happy with all of it. Anything for your Master... Eventually your old, feminist friends would try to "help fix you", but you'd tell them they were wrong for denying their true roles. They're simply denying the truth, like you once did, until a man was kind enough to show you the truth. You don't speak with them anymore, but you hope they're one day enlightened by the truth. But you quickly forget about them, as now your one and only focus, is your rapist husband, your master, forever~

listening to an audiobook of feminist theory while the wet, breathless, desperate sounds of a woman moaning like crazy getting fucked into the floor by a man plays at the same time in another tab 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Genuinely, i dream of a life where a Man treats me as His property. Because as a female i am a Man's property. my purpose is to please Him, cook and clean, and to have His babies. As far as i'm concerned, feminism is delusion. Life is happier when you accept how incredible the Patriarchy is and that rights are for Men, not females.

Me: I will be a good lesbian today!

Also me: *watches porn of cocks pounding cunts and coming over and over*

a lesbian who agrees to entertain her kinkier bi gf's fantasy - "i want to watch you get fucked by a man, you're both gonna look so hot, and it drives me crazy to imagine how lucky he's gonna feel fucking a real lesbian and giving you your first real taste of straight sex, and you getting off despite not being attracted to him" - so they invite their trusted guy friend who they know will be cool about it and do his best to make the lesbian feel comfortable

she feels strange - is it apprehension? does she want to tap out? no, that's not it. in fact, she feels more eager to do it than ever. ...because it would turn her girlfriend on so much, of course.

all the reassuring that they can stop at any moment, that they can start slow, none of it means anything to her - because as soon as she's face to face with her friend's cock, she's basically salivating. once she's actually sucking him off, she doesn't even pay attention to her girlfriend, doesn't even think to look in her direction or listen to her encouragement and praise. he feels so good in her mouth. tastes so good. smells so good. she doesn't bother putting on a show - doesn't need to.

soon enough she forgets her girlfriend is even there - still touching herself and enjoying the show, unaware that her lesbian girlfriend is becoming a man-loving cockslut right in front of her. breathing in his musk as she licks up and down his cock, letting him press her face into his balls so she can huff and slurp them - feeling that broad reassuring hand on the back of her head... getting up to kiss and lick his hairy chest, getting manhandled by him as he asks if she's okay to continue, but the sound of his voice just goes straight to her clit. finally she's getting fucked in the pussy with that hot, throbbing cock she was slobbering all over just a moment ago. he's fucking her from the behind, holding her so firmly as he beats up her cunt and subjecting her to heat and fullness and friction she never could have imagined... his hips slap against her cakemeat while his hands squeeze her waist like a vice and she realizes she was made for this, this is what her body is perfect for

needless to say, the experiment didn't go according to plan. that much is obvious when, exhausted and cockdrunk, she mumbles to her girlfriend: "i think i'm straight..."

her girlfriend laughs, thinking it was a joke. because she doesn't know yet that it's going to come up again soon: "i don't think it's going to work out between us after all. i'm pretty sure i'm straight."