V-Day, not VD-Day
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Once again, work is kicking my ass and keeping me from boasting about my tawdry sexual exploits as much as I like, but goddammit, today is all about sex! And not in the stupid modern way where you bribe your girlfriend into sucking your dick with a diamond broach or gold pants or what-have-you; I’m talking about the sweaty, heavy-breathing, Roman kinda thing, which is the basis of Valentine’s Day anyway (apparently it was originally a Roman fertility holiday called Lupercalia, so you can imagine what went on).
I’ve got a date for tonight - met her on Fling! - and she’s coming over here with a bottle of wine and hopefully the urge to fuck, because the picture she sent me has left me with an all-day boner that I’ve gotta put to good use. Slamming it in and out of her various holes should do the trick. Here’s a snippet from her picture:

Wow. Don’t wait up, guys. If you’re single this year, check out Fling! and see if you can’t find someone to keep you company. Or if nothing else, Naked.com has webcams that will keep you up all night!
Gotta go shower. Keep checkin’ in!






