One Man, Fourteen Women

I just got back from the blogger soiree up at Mack’s and I just want to say now, so I don’t forget, up there is a man who is amazingly generous with his time, who let us all come into his territory and take over and drink and carry on and make a huge mess and laugh and tell stories, and, in return, all he asked is that we didn’t get impatient or jealous as he made his way from crotch to crotch; he didn’t say a word but somehow we all knew he would lavish plenty of attention on each of us.  And he did.

It brought me great joy at the end of the night to see him sprawled out naked asleep on the kitchen floor.

Good boy, Rocky.  Good boy.