Married to a nymph, the short story!

My second wife is a nymph, I didn’t think much of it when she first told me, you see we actually met online.
We did all the late night dirty talks, opening up to just about anything.
When you meet someone online the boundaries are further out then in person.
Anyhow she’s true to form, she can walk right in a room and tell a guy to take it out and just go to work on it like there’s no one there. She mentally gets lost in the act, caring for the others pleasure as well as her own.
It reminds me of a robot having instructional sex.
The pleasures are there for nymphs but there’s another level of reality that’s missing, they can’t just sit, relax and talk about everyday living. The enjoyment people get from sharing their thoughts and feelings with loved ones just isn’t there.. ie. a new pair of sweats, a hot cup of coffee, a classic movie and your feet up on the couch, remembering what you said during the day.
They simply can’t do it, to busy mentally calculating.
Oh, but the head you’ll get! like a well oiled machine with ky jelly latex lips.
And a word in between the licks...
Fa get about it!

By Anonymous

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