Stepford
Let’s pretend it’s 1951, as you finally come home from a long day at work.
The house is clean.
Your meal is ready.
The garden is blooming.
Your domesticated wife opens the door, smiling, only wearing a dress, aprons, stockings and heels.
She wants to talk about the day.
You tell her to shut up.
She smiles and shuts up.
You uplift her dress and fuck her silly.
Let the good times roll!












