Damn those Femmes! And the Wife is a true blue Femme of the first degree.
I don’t think she realizes the power she has over me when she spends that extra time in front of the mirror, gets dressed up in a V neck something then sits across from me to show me her hotness. My gawd, she could ask for anything and I’d agree because she would have me wrapped right around her itty bitty finger while my eyes are glued to her cleavage.
How does a Femme get control over a Dyke like me?
It’s fcking magic.