It's a rainy Sunday. What a perfect day to enjoy your "slip n slide."

Pretty panties aren't that pretty with prickly pubes or a plush pasture peeking out of them.

A girl told her boyfriend she was going to see her "Pussy Pal." I guess, in a very strange way, I am a very good friend to the pussy.

If you can endure just a few minutes of pain, there is the potential for you to enjoy endless hours of pleasure.

Women have all sorts of cute ways of telling their men they are coming to see me. One of my clients told her boyfriend she was off to see Jack the Ripper. It only took a second for a huge smile to form on his face.

The scenario with the man from yesterday continues. As I got closer to the shaft of his penis, he really started losing his composure. That is when he growled at me in that same demonic voice and said, "did you rip my cock off?" That is when I flicked his flaccid penis with my finger like I was flicking a fly off the skin and said, "nope, it's still there."

A man dared his wife's friend to get a Brazilian. He told her if she did it, so would he. He didn't tolerate the wax very well. He was sweating, yelling and squirming all over the place. At one point during the service, he lifted his head up and in the most demonic voice said to me, "do...you...hate...men?!?!"