Fleshbot and Father's Day

So yesterday, I was walking with a very-well fucked girl half my age.

We passed an office building. A security guard was standing in the door. He looked at us and smiled. “Happy Father’s Day,” he nodded.

I thanked him kindly.

“He thinks you are my father!,” she laughed, once we were out of earshot. “But really, you are just some old man I fuck.”

Ain’t life a kick in the pants?

The girl was sent packing and the afternoon was spent in the splendid company of the Perverts’ Saloon, the assembled sex bloggers of New York City. Selina and Viviane had the grand idea of organizing a tea party, and invited me to host it.

I’m glad for any opportunity to haul out my good silver.

Will you look at this spread?



Yes, those are scones.

Once the perverts had their fill, the evening was passed in the company two women, one needing a lesson in caning, the other needing to lose her girlginity.

I’d like to tell you more, but it’s Father’s Day and the children are doing housework as a gift to me.

So, um, I’d better supervise.

I’m just checking in to give you your weekly Sex Blog Roundup, as posted at Fleshbot.

By the by, thanks to everyone who has responded to the call for blogs in my previous post. Thanks also to those who have befriended me over at MySpace. Look at those profiles in my Friend Space—do I not have the hottest readers?

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