My wife is always in the mood. Moisture never departs her. She is a leading manufacturer of female lubrication.

But it takes a clip of Screech, from Saved by the Bell, to make her orgasm. Sometimes we start our connection in the kitchen, or on the stairs, or by the fireplace, or in the swing, but when she wants to get her orgasm, we have to go to our bedroom, where the DVD player is.

We have a water bed, so I bought a queening stool. She gets in the stool and raises her rump high in the air. But before I get back there and plunge into her, I have to turn the television on and get the remote for her.

It’s humiliating. The clip lasts five seconds, but she’s designed the clip to replay itself over and over. It’s a scene where Screech gives Lisa (the black girl) a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s it. After about a minute of watching the clip run over and over, she drizzles out a triumphant orgasm.

Are any other women this way?




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