Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find me both engagingly outgoing and downright mean and yet, despite such complexity, somewhat two-dimensional.
I may need to rethink my penchant for being with people who are smarter than me now that clever Lynsey has put me in the funny papers.
Wendy invites us to survey the damage to her splendid ass after our first date in a dungeon.
Tilda gets me so worked up that I dust the floor with her hair, leaving her so worked up that her head won’t stay on right.
Anna Smash takes a beating and gives careful thought to how that affects her relationship with her boyfriend—tears are shed, words exchanged, and love, well, don’t love beat all?
Eden looks up from my feet to notice my hands, catching a glimpse of them before they vanish, once more, into her body.
Jocasta recalls our first handshake, when she shook on my fingers.
Always one for cherry popping, Lolita picks up a camera as she watches me deflower a straight man. He was a sweet fellow. One of his last acts as an ass virgin was bringing me a bottle of bourbon.
Speaking of bourbon and ass virginity, I seem to have tripped into a recipe for these two great tastes that just taste better together. Lolita’s straight boy gave me bourbon and got his virgin ass fucked. My day tripper brought me bourbon and got her virgin ass fucked. I’m going to roll with this and proclaim November “Ass Virgin Month.” If you or someone you know is an ass virgin, deliver the ass and one bottle of bourbon to my attention.
I can promise you that the bourbon will last longer than the virginity.
When I’m not drinking or fucking, I plan to be reading Saul Bellow. Nicole had me read The Adventures of Augie March. It reminded me of what my father said after I gave him One Hundred Years of Solitude—he was about halfway through it one evening when he looked up and said, “I don’t know if I should thank you for this book or throw it at you.”
Dad made it though magical realism with the diligence of ants carting a baby into a jungle. Likewise, I’m sticking it out with Bellow. I’ve added some titles to my Amazon Wish List for those of you inclined to throw books at me.
Now, off to the Smut Turntable. This weekend’s guest DJ is Molly, a Londoner I met at Dark Odyssey in September. You may have seen her requests on the turntable; if so, you’ve noticed her eclecticism and fondness for live music. What you may not know is that she also has a predilection for fetish, which only makes the hotness that much hotter. Here’s a peek at your guest DJ to whet your appetite.
Stay tuned to the Smut Turntable to get between her ears.