One thing I’ve learned about myself over the years that I pr..

One thing I’ve learned about myself over the years that I presume applies to most women is that there’s a duality in us that simply can’t be denied. Our heart are the master of one of those sides, while our cunts have absolute dominion over the other. And we can’t truly be fulfilled unless both sides are having their needs met. At our fundamental core, we absolutely need a loving and stable family life that begins with the bedrock relationship that we share with our husbands. There’s obviously no question about it. But, from time to time, our cunts also require a savage tending the likes of which most husbands are simply incapable of delivering. And it’s certainly no surprise that legions of women are in denial about their true nature, mostly because of societal norms that cast their collective frowning gazes at women who embrace their exquisite duality. The classic example of this would be the cunt Janet from my club, a bitch so frigid and repressed that her own natural state has become sitting in bitter judgment of others. But as society as a whole slowly evolves to become more accepting of alternative lifestyles, I believe that the time is right for me to pursue a dream. Which, simply stated, is to operate a private club where a select group of upper crust wives, like Jessica for example, can come without shame to have their primal sides satisfied by a curated stable of y0unger alpha bulls with heavy sacs in constant need in draining. And rather than ignoring the existence of the husbands of these beautiful and liberated women, my club will welcome them with open arms. In fact, in my mind, I envision a sports bar-type atmosphere on the ground floor where the cuckold husbands can casually mingle amongst one another watching the game and enjoying a cold beer while their sexy wives enjoy some private intimacy with their endowed bulls in the well appointed rooms above. Obviously, they’re also free to join in on the fun, providing they have the consent of their respective wife and her lover. Because at my club, the wives will have the final say on all matters that transpire within its four walls. The well written and ironclad membership agreement will clearly stipulate it, in fact. As an admittedly extreme example of this femdom policy, if the wife (like me) would prefer to have her husband wait patiently for her in the bar below wearing nothing but his chastity cage, then her wishes will be enforced, and our coat room will have a set of lockers for safely and securely holding hubby’s clothing and other personal items. For my part, I will ensure an interior climate that’s comfortable for all the club’s members, whether clothed or otherwise. And for obvious reasons, cell phones must be checked with the staff upon entry, but the club will have a state of the art paging system for those situations where a wife may want the company of her husband in the aftermath of her love making. And if that reason’s in any way related to an obligation on his part to ensure his beautiful wife’s “cleanliness” when they depart, our staff will ensure that he arrives promptly and judgment-free to her private oasis. The decadent thoughts dancing through my mind as I envision all the filthy possibilities have my panties soaked beyond imagination. But as with most dreams in life, mine’s going to require a significant amount of outside capital if there’s going to be any chance of it coming to actual fruition. Which is why on Thursday of this coming week I’ll be meeting with Jason, a business attorney who plays golf with my husband at the club, to discuss preparing some form of prospectus that I can use to raise the needed funding. I’m not just bullish!ting here.