If that isn’t a “Let me see ya butthole” smirk then I don’t know what is
(Source) — Veteran “60 Minutes” correspondent Steve Kroft has come clean about a steamy affair with a New York City lawyer, a fiery three-year fling that included hot hotel hookups and torrid text messages. “I had an extramarital affair that was a serious lapse of personal judgment and extremely hurtful to my wife and family, and for that I have nothing but regret,” Kroft said in a statement to the Post. “My wife and I are committed to each other and are working hard to get past this, and consider it a private matter.” The newsman — who boasted to Goines that he was the “go-to” interviewer for President Obama — had some particularly unusual tastes in bed, the mag said. One time, he was “pouring champagne in her behind and drinking the bubbly,” the report claims. In one sexting session, Kroft allegedly cooed to Goines, “Miss you and all that goes with it. Especially my favorite tastes and colors … pink and brown.” Another time, the 69-year-old newsman asked Goines, 41, “What exactly would be your preference,” the Enquirer reported. “U all over and deep inside of me,” Goines responded. At one point, the hard-working TV journalist, who has a son with Conant, lamented his long hours on the job, the report said. “Working late. Just ordered out. Would rather be eating your pudding,” he allegedly wrote.
Look I feel for Stevie here. Everyone’s been in a little sexting situation where things start to heat up and you start throwing out absurd moves. It’s like when you’re watching porn and you hit that spiral of depravity. Ease into it with some X-Art lovemaking and before you know it you’re in some back alley buying snuff films. Sexting is the same way. Start off talking about how you want to rub her clit then you black out and you’re talking about eating pudding (which I can only imagine is some kind of fecal fetsih? Definitely never heard a vagina called ‘pudding’). But I’ll tell you what this made me realize, I need a wife then a mistress. This is the kind of freak game a mistress brings to the table, but you can’t have one without the other. Your wife/girlfriend is like your good buddy who you go to the bar with a few times a week, have a couple beers then go home. But you also have that friend who you see every other month but you keep in your phonebook for a Tuesday night when you feel like slamming tequila and ending up at Centerfolds. That’s what you need a wife and a subsequent mistress for, those nights you feel like eating some pudding then dumping a bottle of Dom down her ass and having her fart it into your mouth.