Not me, but an old friend of mine.
Really quiet, soft-spoken, polite guy. A total gentleman and a graduate student in the liberal arts. Also, pretty inexperienced, tentative, and vanilla sexually.
He’s dating this really cool girl for maybe two months. She is much kinkier in bed. She floats the idea of dirty talk, and apparently likes to be objectified, even demeaned a bit, from time to time. He’s hesitant, but wants to please her and doesn’t dismiss the idea outright. Changes the subject and figures that they’ll revisit the idea another time.
Anyway…they have sex a few days later for the first time since the conversation. Really going at it doggystyle, and she tells him to talk dirty to her. He says that he can’t think of anything to say, so he says nothing, and she then repeats the request, but the second time she is not fucking requesting, but demanding it.
He comes up with: “Yeah…you like that, you fucking galley slave?”
I loved it!
You feel my bludgeon thwart your belly, huh?
Maybe they’re just from a sex-positive couple into CGSM.
Seems like a solid marriage to me, sense of humor and all
Mugs like that are exactly the sort of thing my grandparents would have had—good humored and in love, though arguable during a different time.
As long as the cups changed hands frequently, it doesn’t even need to be misogynistic.
Some days she runs the ship, some days he does as moods ebb and flow. Seems like a pretty healthy relationship to me.
These cups are actually from two sets.
The first set had the Captain beat their Galley Slave to death with their own cup.
The second set had the Galley Slave murder their Captain with their own cup.
