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Sex Writer To Sous Chef — I Know The Secret To Lifeless Sex
Holy awakening, Batman!
So, most of you know that for a couple of years I pretty much lived on Medium. I wrote multiple articles a day, varying from advice, to criticism, personal stories, or straight bullshit.
All of what I shared was true, opinion or not.
I have always either been with men who worked, and I got to stay home and reap the benefits of their income, or these past few years, I got the luxury of being a stay-at-home mom/housewife.
(In case you don't know me, yes, I am a traditionalist, and being barefoot in the kitchen making homemade stew while my husband slaps my ass and prepares to fuck my face, is my dream. It helps that he's a good man.)
This past year I decided to get back in the kitchen…a professional one. As a sous chef.
Why?
I don’t want my husband to work two jobs because we are unfortunately playing catch-up after some financial problems.
Tip my broke ass below if you agree with this article.
I didn’t realize the sexual issues most of you must have within a two-partner work home. It sucks ass, and not in a hot way, more like a burrito night without a shower ass sucking.
