Someone sent us their sexual fantasy!
We had to post this incredible email from an annonymous writer, who shared his innermost sexual fantasies with Sir Rodney:
I love porn. There, and that’s the truth. All kinds. The kind of porn I don’t like would be hard to find. Some of my super likes are small breasts. Some things in women that turn me on will be odd, such as her fingers and knuckles. I find that I enjoy the men as well. It is a fight to admit it to myself. I doubt that I find a guy nice to see naked. Then I have to admit it. I fantasize a lot. I rarely get sex in real life. Males need to dominate somewhat to get women into bed and I keep trying to discovering dominant side and it is not easy. I am making some progress. However, women make me nervous due to how much I want them and how perfectly or even imperfectly 
they are created.
My ideal situation? A gorgeous wife whom I let have other men if I can participate. 
She has tiny titties and is self conscious about that. I bring her hung men and sexy women. I tell her to let herself go. Just include me. Respect me. Love me. And enjoy with me and others. I love and respect her. She understands that I want her to be a slut in bed and very inventive and free. She is convinced that I love her deeply. And she knows that she is to be very slutty for me, her husband, wear too much eyeshadow and dress like a totally sex addicted little whore. I might take her to church in proper clothes and show her off as a proper wife. When we get home, she is told by me to give her husband her flesh and do it now and let her slutty self go and be verbally abused by me. For her own good. And this porn star guy? If she really wanted him, I’d set it up for her. Since I love her, she gets what she needs. I sometimes get jealous, but work on it. I want her to be happy. If she needs a big one, I let her have him.
We would have a sure-fire way to stop arguments. If she is mad at me, then abuse me physically. Never emotionally. I would rather she take out her frustrations in our marriage with a strap on giving me my due than to be angry. She knows that the bedroom is where all disputes are solved. If she’s been stupid, she is rewarded by being treated like a stupid girl who knows sex and nothing else. 
She knows that I enjoy the game of making her believe her breasts are inadequate. She knows that I’d hate it if she had them enlarged. It is our game. Eventually I tell her than she looks like a boy She gets into the game so much that she begins thinking she is inadequate in the boob department. I don’t like to tell her that it is just a game and that I love them smaller the better. It is a game, honey. They are just right. Maybe a bit too big, so slim down. She lets me say crazy outrageous things to her, such as, “Honey, your breasts and body fat at 105 is getting a bit much. Slim down before I have to starve you. She loves that I love her so much and desire her wildly. If I ask her to go for a week on rabbit food, she will. I thank her for her understanding. Then call her my little whore wife. A whore wife, as she should be! She knows that if I am looking at another woman or on the adult sites, it is her fault for not being more beautiful and doing her wifely duties. Who do you think you are? I ask her. You’re my cherished, respected, and loved wife. Now get naked bitch. You have dignity and respect from me. Believe that, slut. Now invent something to please yourself with me. And don’t be my nice little self-conscious goody-goody suburban soccer mom. You’re my wife, and you’re my whore. Rather worthless despite your intelligence and cooking and total fantastic womanhood. Despite all those qualities, as my wife, you’re my whore. End.
P.S. If she dared tell me I was average in cock size and might want something bigger, she’d get buggered for that one Which she knows. And is tempted to admit mmmmm
Incredible, hunh? Sir Rodney fancies himself a good writer, but we don’t have the imagination to make this kind of thing up.
