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We are still married. She has her current boyfriend living with us now which was convenient for her during the stay at home period. She left me for him years ago but moved back home when he moved away. But he moved back to the area a few months ago and she is right back in love with him.h5t6ca said:
Capt. Ron said:
I have such a complicated relationship with my testicles.
They were a gift; I never asked for them. Like all the best gifts, they were given to me before I consciously wanted them.
They have produced untold numbers of sperm and an insufficient quantity of male hormones. Of the oompty-bazillion sperm they produced, two went on to achieve greatness, and my children became my life.
All of the other sperm died in tissues, toilets, various trash bins, floors, bed linen, and the cunts of disappointed women.
Their loss was rarely mourned, and they often died in the presence of another person humiliating me. In all too few encounters, they were traded. I gave up my measly spend on a bed somewhere in exchange for a better man's larger cum in my mouth or my ass.
I look at them now and think the time approaches to go our separate ways. They perform no useful function, make an unsightly bulge in the ladies underpants I wear, and mislead people - briefly - into thinking I am a man. Removing them would set them, and me, free. I think I would, paradoxically, feel more complete without them dangling in their silly bag, mocking the rest of me.
They can, rarely, give another man pleasure. When I am in my natural position, on my hands and knees, and a real man is running his hard spike in and out of my hungry rectum, his real balls slam into my make-believe balls and the thumping feels delightful. In those few moments, and only then, I am happy to be a man. If I wasn't a man, I could never know the joy of feeling my balls beaten triumphantly by his balls.
So I'll keep them for a while longer. I wonder what the copay is for an emasculation under my insurance policy?
