It was a dark and stormy night. I was waiting in my boudoir for my male lover. I was a man. A male. Which means I was a HOMOSEXUAL. I was about to do laundry. Because I constantly jerk off into my socks. As usual, I decided to pass the time with autofellatio. While that never gets tiresome, I decided to meet up with my johns from Reginald's ( Read more... )