My girlfriend, Domina, had one, or should I say, two prize assets. Stupendous assets. At the party where we met, I’d watched every single guy try to pick her up and fail. Her withering putdowns were legendary that night. I could see their mistake. Their eyeline never rose above her neck. My approach was different, although it took a lot of willpower. They ended up nursing their wounds while me… I already said… she’s my girlfriend now.
After three months of dating, Domina was prepared to move our relationship on to the next level. However, she needed to make a confession or two before I moved in. Domina’s world-class rack tended to get her into trouble, and she wanted to make sure I knew what that meant in terms of fidelity or lack of it.
No, she hadn’t cheated on me, but she had cheated on every relationship before me. She wanted to tell me why.
After three months of dating, Domina was prepared to move our relationship on to the next level. However, she needed to make a confession or two before I moved in. Domina’s world-class rack tended to get her into trouble, and she wanted to make sure I knew what that meant in terms of fidelity or lack of it.
No, she hadn’t cheated on me, but she had cheated on every relationship before me. She wanted to tell me why.