Two bites? Two days? Say it ain’t so!
Only it is.
Many of you are fellow Chicagoans, and the DNC has cast its (Oliver) Stoneian shadow upon us. Those of us who’ve stuck around are horny and busy navigating the stretch, plus I ditched you in July.
I owe you one.
And it is my sincere hope that you’ll accept this as an intriguing olive branch. It was assembled in a conspicuous place and is a nod to a kinky, comfy, explorative few hours recently spent.
Enjoy!
xo, me
His fantasy