I’m going to tell you all a little story about murder– It’s a true story…
Since this is a true story, I am going to protect the deceased man’s privacy by naming him Joe.
Joe was in his late 50’s and enjoyed himself a spanking. This man was an incredibly successful military Veteran, lent himself to several tours, and lived a life of high professional achievement. This hard working man’s reward and release was found in the spankings of his Mistress. He hid these desires from his wife, a psychiatrist, whom he correctly assumed would berate him for his delights. He did not cheat on his wife; Joe only desired his ass cheeks radiate heat from the repetitive spanking of his Mistress. Now, mind you, I understand everyone’s definition of cheating is different; but, I reason to argue that a spanking isn’t something the vast majority of people would consider cheating. Alas, back to my tale…
Joe maintained going to his Mistress for years, and paid her for her services. Unfortunately, Joe failed to adequately cover up his tracks (as men often are at a disadvantage doing). Joe’s wife catches on that he is paying a woman to spank him in weekly intervals. Enraged, Joe’s wife proceeds to do what any loving spouse would do: Call the adult daughter they have in common and tell her of her father’s perversion (or what she deemed a perversion). Joe’s wife reveals to their daughter that her father is a “sick and twisted” individual that should be committed for mental health problems (her “professional” opinion, of course, as she is a psychiatrist). Joe is shamed; his privacy and emotional wellbeing raped from him at the hands of his most trusted companion – his wife. Joe composes himself despite his emotional angst. Joe feels the pride of his achievements as he dresses himself in one of his freshly pressed military uniforms. He drives to the tallest 4-stack butterfly overpass in this big city and pulls his car to the side. He steps out of his vehicle, walks to the edge of the guard rail, and throws himself over. Joe took his life and his love for spankings to an abrupt death following a 90 foot freefall of misplaced shame.
I know what you are thinking: “But, M…This is supposed to be a story of murder, not suicide?” Indeed, you read me correctly in the first place. I conclude that Joe’s wife’s witch hunt on sexual expression murdered him. Joe’s wife’s reproachful mouth murdered a good man over a little spanking; or perhaps, lest we forget, her best attempt to maintain a white-knuckled grip upon sexual repression.
Should we not listen with open minds, open hearts, and open arms to the desires of those we deem lovers? I’m not suggesting that you violate your own personal boundaries to please another person, unless you enjoy that sort of thing. Merely, I am expressing that you should listen sans judgment. If it’s not your thing, fine; but, move along or permit that individual the freedom of sexual expression for their own behalf.
How many people have you heard complain about their sex lives? I have seen so many people carelessly look the other way as their significant other pleas for help. Idiots. When that person walks out of their life, or finds acceptance with another person, they cry victim! You are not a victim. You are not deserving of any pity. You are a person who felt wrongly entitled to rummage through the essence of a person, acknowledge the things you find attractive, and cast the rest to the side as if discarded trash. I admire people with enough gusto to embrace their desires and find someone to share them with. If you leave an opportunistic, judgmental, condemning person bobbing about in the wakes of your dismissal – so be it. Good riddance. Allow me to ease your guilt:
There are plenty of people equipped to stare into the reflection of falsehood. They find solace in the shallow and superficial. It’s safe. Let them fuck atop their traditional floral comforters. Let her dish all her displeasure in his performance to her girlfriends over martinis. Let him jerk his dick to some porn downstairs while she’s sound asleep in their bed by 8pm…with a headache, of course. Allow them to sit next to one another in Sunday mass; she, eager to get started on that next chapter in her erotic novel, and he’s anxious to revisit that anal video on fuq.com from the other night. Meanwhile…
You’re far too busy getting spankings.
Rest in Peace, “Joe”.