I’m now officially a “sex-obsessed geek.”
Whoah, nobody digs a square label, man. Those pointdexters at Liberty Guys can’t keep *me* down. (What?) Well, anyway, at the moment I must return to the ice pack for my head and large glasses of water that I’m using to ease the pain of the worst hangover, ever. You know that local dominatrix whose parties always trash my liver for a few days? She struck again, this time with a 1940s-style birthday bash, comeplete with cool replica guns and lots of scotch. Well, she didn’t literally strike anyone, though a dame with legs like that can smack me around anytime. Naughty Minx was there, sexier than ever and fondling that heart-shaped place where my bottom meets my tailbone, which is apparently becoming a tasty destination with all the yoga I’ve been doing lately. It was also given a few nice squeezes from Michael Soldier, who decided to crash the party as a “crime scene” wearing a shredded sailor’s uniform smeared with white frosing and fake blood — and yes, his entire (beautiful) ass was totally exposed, with frosting smeared between the cheeks.
At any rate, Hornboy saved my muffins this morning when he delivered coffee, a chocolate croissant and an ice pack for my head. While I recover, check out ShuHaRi (picture from ShuHaRi; model Mai Sakashita).
