The day began like every other: I ventured forth to see Alan Greenspan and Wham! in concert, after downing a hearty breakfast of chocolate-flavored lube.
Little did I know I'd end up at a strange place, having sexual relations with not just one, but five bizarre women! My word! That wasn't like me at all!
More akin to my true demeanor, I spent the rest of my week at church, toiling at a needlework quilt, lovingly depicting George Soros sodomizing woodland animalsβ
In actuality, I'm living out of my truck, banging out these words on my laptop at "work" β where I sit in a guard shack, in sub-zero temperatures, atop an ice floe. None of the customers with whom I engage have any clue I live a live porn in my off hours.
The paradox is astonishing: I'm barely circumventing homelessness during the day, whilst playing with anywhere from two to 12 women, every Saturday night. I'm like a superhero, minus the muscles, cool cape, and super powers.
Don't look to your author for financial advice. I have none. I've got my eyes on a $21,000, heavily-used mobile home, but I'm short roughly $21,000 on that one.
That said, if you wanna bring your wildest sexual fantasies to fruition, peruse my greasy articles. Pore over the electronic pages, atop the cockroach-infested box spring, in your sleazy motel room.
Rather than relegating yourself to an existence of servitude, make every day an adventure. Hit the achromatic asphalt in search of new, uncharted territory, and create those imperative memories.
After all, when you wax your willingness watching porn, we both know you'd rather be participating, as opposed to observing. The story you're currently pawing, as well as my other articles, will enable you to do just that.