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Men who cheat and the women who make them cheat
It's a fact. Men cheat. So do women, but I won't focus on that. I will instead delve into the reasons that women force men into cheating on their wives.
As with every decision a man makes, there are reasons and underlying issues behind the decision for men to cheat on their wives. This doesn't apply to men who just have girlfriends, because honestly, if you're not married, it can't be considered cheating.
Men are creatures of instinct. We do what we want if it pleases us. The only things that stop us from doing these things are societal restraints, and moral taboos that are placed upon us in our daily lives. If you strip away these layers of bullshit that are thrown in our faces, telling us what we can, and can't do, then all you are left with are the primal urges that we as a species depend on for survival. Are these primal urges so wrong? Just because we are told that we can't cheat, does that make it right? Who are they tell us what to do? Who are THEY anyway?
I call shenanigans on society.
Want to know why men cheat?
The real reason we cheat?
Because, women make us cheat.
For you married men, go ahead. Ask your wife tonight if you can teabag her. Unless your wife is a gift from God, or a nymphomaniac, odds are she'll say no. Sometimes, just sometimes, a man needs to give his wife a good teabagging, just to show her he cares.
By denying us this, you force us to find other means of teabagging, namely a cheap Costa Rican prostitute that will get strange for some change, holla for a dolla, and fuck for a buck.
Most men don't want to cheat. They would be happily complacent in busting a nut in their wife's face on a daily basis, but the reality is that your wife won't let you get away with that.
I wonder why that is? Most women will say that it's demeaning and unnecessary. That's such utter shit. How is it demeaning? The only people that will know about it are you and your husband (and possibly his entire bowling team.)
So you're afraid that your husband will tell his buddies about your sexual escapades?
Here's a little secret.
The truth is, he's doing you a favor by telling his friends that you let him titty-fuck you last night and bust in your face.
His friends will admire you. They won't say "Jesus, your wife is a fucking whore."
What they will say is "God, that's awesome. Your wife is the shit. I wish my wife would do that for me."
Unfortunately, most women won't let their husbands release their inner beast and allow him to unleash his seminal fury all over their pretty little faces.
Instead, you call him a filthy pig, give him a dirty look, and roll over in bed, withholding sex from him for the better part of a month. Perhaps longer, if you're a real cunt.
So what do we do? Do we just keep masturbating, or do we find a hot little stripper named Candy, who dresses up in little Catholic school girl outfits and wears pigtails, and will do anything and everything you ask her to?
When faced with those options, I think it's quite clear what we're going to do. We're going to call up Candy from the nearest payphone, rent the Jungle room at the not-so-local Kew Motor Inn for four hours, and have the best sex of our lives.
So, you see, it's not our faults we cheat. We do it because we have to. If you loved us as much as you say you do, you wouldn't make us cheat. You would go take a yoga class, and learn to contort your bodies into exciting new positions, giving us no reason to call Candy up.
You have no one to blame but yourselves.
It's a fact. Men cheat. So do women, but I won't focus on that. I will instead delve into the reasons that women force men into cheating on their wives.
As with every decision a man makes, there are reasons and underlying issues behind the decision for men to cheat on their wives. This doesn't apply to men who just have girlfriends, because honestly, if you're not married, it can't be considered cheating.
Men are creatures of instinct. We do what we want if it pleases us. The only things that stop us from doing these things are societal restraints, and moral taboos that are placed upon us in our daily lives. If you strip away these layers of bullshit that are thrown in our faces, telling us what we can, and can't do, then all you are left with are the primal urges that we as a species depend on for survival. Are these primal urges so wrong? Just because we are told that we can't cheat, does that make it right? Who are they tell us what to do? Who are THEY anyway?
I call shenanigans on society.
Want to know why men cheat?
The real reason we cheat?
Because, women make us cheat.
For you married men, go ahead. Ask your wife tonight if you can teabag her. Unless your wife is a gift from God, or a nymphomaniac, odds are she'll say no. Sometimes, just sometimes, a man needs to give his wife a good teabagging, just to show her he cares.
By denying us this, you force us to find other means of teabagging, namely a cheap Costa Rican prostitute that will get strange for some change, holla for a dolla, and fuck for a buck.
Most men don't want to cheat. They would be happily complacent in busting a nut in their wife's face on a daily basis, but the reality is that your wife won't let you get away with that.
I wonder why that is? Most women will say that it's demeaning and unnecessary. That's such utter shit. How is it demeaning? The only people that will know about it are you and your husband (and possibly his entire bowling team.)
So you're afraid that your husband will tell his buddies about your sexual escapades?
Here's a little secret.
The truth is, he's doing you a favor by telling his friends that you let him titty-fuck you last night and bust in your face.
His friends will admire you. They won't say "Jesus, your wife is a fucking whore."
What they will say is "God, that's awesome. Your wife is the shit. I wish my wife would do that for me."
Unfortunately, most women won't let their husbands release their inner beast and allow him to unleash his seminal fury all over their pretty little faces.
Instead, you call him a filthy pig, give him a dirty look, and roll over in bed, withholding sex from him for the better part of a month. Perhaps longer, if you're a real cunt.
So what do we do? Do we just keep masturbating, or do we find a hot little stripper named Candy, who dresses up in little Catholic school girl outfits and wears pigtails, and will do anything and everything you ask her to?
When faced with those options, I think it's quite clear what we're going to do. We're going to call up Candy from the nearest payphone, rent the Jungle room at the not-so-local Kew Motor Inn for four hours, and have the best sex of our lives.
So, you see, it's not our faults we cheat. We do it because we have to. If you loved us as much as you say you do, you wouldn't make us cheat. You would go take a yoga class, and learn to contort your bodies into exciting new positions, giving us no reason to call Candy up.
You have no one to blame but yourselves.
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