this is one of those fucking periods in which the libido of me and that of my fiancé are opposed as planets in war.
Saturn and Venus
this is one of those fucking periods in which, like an apt boy scout, I swear to do my best (sweetheart, I'm going to the supermarket... do you need something in particular? Q10 Nivea? Redken shampoo? New Zealand kiwi? Are you ironing my shirts? I can do it for you, honey...) to conquest her sexual magnanimity.
A hard job, trust me.
There is a proverb here in Italy, it says
Tira più un pelo di figa che un carro di buoi
it pulls more a single hair of cunt than a cart drawn by oxen
so here I am, transformed into a fucking major-domo
Saturn and Venus
this is one of those fucking periods in which, like an apt boy scout, I swear to do my best (sweetheart, I'm going to the supermarket... do you need something in particular? Q10 Nivea? Redken shampoo? New Zealand kiwi? Are you ironing my shirts? I can do it for you, honey...) to conquest her sexual magnanimity.
A hard job, trust me.
There is a proverb here in Italy, it says
Tira più un pelo di figa che un carro di buoi
it pulls more a single hair of cunt than a cart drawn by oxen
so here I am, transformed into a fucking major-domo
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