Happy New Year harlequin girls and testosterone boys. I've a confession to make. I've been cheating on you. I've been spending all my time on my job and real life but they don't mean anything to me, I swear! As I sit here playing with a few of my sweet Christmas presents...my new Easy Bake M**h Lab, Breaking Bad edition, and my limited edition Jesse Jane "Gauntlet" fleshlight which just so happens to remind me of a certain local provider, in both look and feel, I'm reflecting back on 2013 which as it turned out didn't suck all that bad...except when I stopped playing. So much more difficult then I thought.
2014 started out on a surprisingly good note with an impromptu threesome which does not count against my sabbatical since there was nothing exchanged for said coitus and none of us were professionals. Well maybe a retired professional of the female kind (she's not a porn star, she just fucks like one) but again, that don't count. Out with the old, in with the delicious and slippery.
I'm not big on resolutions but hey if you want to lose weight, stop smoking, grow a bigger dick (if you figure that one out let me know), get that boob job, more power to you. How about another tattoo or three. Maybe you're going to finally get that clitoral hood piercing (my offer still stands), cauterize your conch, tat your taint...nipple piercing anyone, have a 3some, a 4some, or just get some. Or maybe...just maybe, and this is my personal favorite, you're going to stop giving a fuck what other people think and finally start living your life on your own terms. Do what you want, when you want with whomever you want. Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead.
A couple words of advice as you usher in the new and improved 2014 version of you. It's a lot harder then you'd think, number one, and number two, it's probably a good idea to have a Saul Goodman(ish) type lawyer in your corner (I have one of the female variety and even she is hot as fuck) for those sticky situations that will surely arise when you embrace the "I don't give a fuck lifestyle" or remain in the hobby for any length of time.
If you have to Google who Saul Goodman is I pity you.
Regardless of where you stand, I wish you all the best that 2014 has to offer. Me, no resolutions other then to switch back to tequila as my drink of choice (maybe) and to find or learn to make the perfect Crab Rangoon and a fall to your knees panty peeling Sushi Roll which has thus far eluded me. I would like to offer up a few suggestions to help make 2014 the sexiest and most decadent year to date. I suggest that you start these immediately.
Whisper more wantingly
Nibble more nefariously
Lick more lavishly
Thrust more thoroughly
Suck more sensually
Tickle more temptingly
Touch more teasingly
Squeeze more suggestively
Pet more pleasingly
Fondle more freely
Dream more deliciously
Indulge more invitingly
Now stop fucking around and go make shit happen and while your at it don't forget to support your local provider. Better yet, spoil the living shit out of her. They make these cold ass winters tolerable and keep those sweltering summer days and nights full of dangerous and delicious possibilities.
Carpe Diem mother fuckers.