Then, I did something I don’t do so very well. I tinkered with my blog setup.
Luckily, for the second portion of my evening, I had the able assistance of my lovely webmistress, Viviane. She put a bourbon in my hand, cranked up Fred Waring and His Pennsylvanians, and sat me at her computer.
As she went on about RSS and feeds, I nodded and thought back on the asses I had fed earlier.
There was this one tattooed guy who saw me pounding away at a blonde twink. “Man, I’d like some of that,” he said, stroking his thick cock.
“You want to fuck my boy?” I offered.
“No, man, I want you to fuck me like that,” he smiled.
“Well, have a seat,” I said. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
He sat right down, and damned if he didn't wait his turn.
He sure as hell got his turn.
When I snapped out my reverie, there was a new orange chicklet on my sidebar.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That’s your new and improved RSS feed,” Viviane said. “Courtesy of Feedburner. Now, your readers can read posts, view photographs, and see if anyone has commented. They can also bookmark and Digg your posts." She wriggled in her seat. "Digg me, digg me, baby."
She giggled.
“Is that a joke?” I asked. “I don’t get it.”
“Oh, brother,” she said. She began to type a note. “Here, just post this on your blog, sweetie.”
This is what Viviane typed:
Click on either the orange chicklet or the feed address below and you'll be taken to a page where you can add this revised feed to Bloglines, Yahoo, or any other web-based reader.
http://feeds.feedburner.com/OneLifeTakeTwo
“Aw, thanks, sugar,” I said, kissing her cheek. “Now, you got any more of this bourbon?”
“You’ve had enough,” she said, taking my glass. “Now, get in the bedroom.”
I did my best to thank her. I just wish I could do more. Like, maybe a game of tag, perhaps?
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8 comments:
Dude, 15 on 1 is hot.
Not nearly as hot as .rss feeds or getting...digged, but still hot nonetheless.
No. You must come to me. I compel you.
If your employer doesn't allow you to read me on the job, you might consider looking for new work.
i think we would all love a job where we could look at/ read porn at work. i know i would be more productive that way, but what do i know? :)
Jefferson? You never saw Bad Santa?
Reading you at work is why I schlep my laptop in and get to work at an absurd hour.
Well, one of the reasons.
We also can't read your blog at home due to the children present. One parent to another, a little love?
Thanks, DJ, I'm on it. And use
Workfriendly, so you can at least read the smut (it formats the output to look like a Word doc), then come back later and view the pretty pictures.
Collie says: Dad, you are such a nerd!
Sweetie, I liked the way you incorporated that picture. Maybe I'll let you set that up for my 100th birthday.
Ok, cats and kittens, we fixed the post excerpt problem in Blogger, so you'll see the complete post and the smutty pictures.
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