It’s been a busy Fleet Week in New York, and my revolving door just hasn’t stopped spinning.
But let me pour a glass of peach iced tea and pause to make these announcements.
First, here’s my weekly Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot. This time out, we tip the hat to those who just aren’t getting any. My fingers are crossed for you, friends.
Second, we have two winners for my recent Spring Fling Contest . Thanks to all who applied, and congratulations to our deserving winners.
You’ll recall that I reserved slots for two flings—one for a female, one for a male.
A female winner emerged quickly with a sweet submissive gal in search of her orgasm.
The male slot, sadly, went wanting. I had a few applicants, but none that met the basic criteria of proximity, compatibility and ability to actually make a date.
I’m increasingly convinced that boys are as lame as the girls say.
So, in the interest of balance, the second position went to another woman. Male aspirants may take some comfort in knowing she’s practically a boy—really, she’s such a prick, she must be packing testosterone someplace.
Of course, I’ll tell you all about it in time.
Perhaps the guys will do better with my annual Summer Boyfriend contest. Last year’s attempt uncovered a fine boyfriend—though, come to think of it, he turned out to be a woman.