Lately, it has been getting more and more difficult for me to go home early on Wednesdays. Everytime I try to visit her place, I am getting more and more lost in her world. I know it's a bit wrong--knowing that my wife is at home waiting. All the more wrong when my baby Nash is expectantly awaiting for dad's playful embrace.
But how can I resist her?
It is futile to resist temptations like this. The man called Oscar Wilde wisely declares to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. How can I not when the lining of her perfect curve succulently rests into the cup of my palm. To gently touch the bed of where she rests before you bounce her against the same bed is pure joy. The culmination of the suppressed guilty secret smiles in the six days you had waited.
Everything leads to this. Leave all doubts behind. No time for anticipating consequences. Despite common perception, Basketball is not a team sport. It is a dalliance between me and Spalding.