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For The Love Of Sex...

There are very few posts that I sleep and wake up with and this is one of them. I still do not have the right words to use but I’m still in shock. I know there are crazy people who like experimenting on a lot of things but I thought there was always a limit to everything we can do. I’ve watched movies where people tie each other to bed and even blindfold them while they have sex with them and they call it fun. No I’m not judging and I don’t intend to but personally, any form of fun that involves pain of any sort isn’t my thing. Never has, never will. As much as you can practice any sex style of your choice, you should not inflict pain on others in the process. Nobody cares if a couple beats themselves till they start bleeding in the name of sex as long as it’s consensual but beating your kids to get aroused is the height, the height no sane person should ever get to. I don’t even know what to say again because I’m so vexed right now, I wish I could take those kids from them but I don’t know where to find them. Anyway, I’m going to post the screen shots of the issue so you can read it according to how the ‘horse’ narrated it via the instagram post I got it from.



Now that you’ve read it, what kind of help do you think the woman needs?


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