Through some curious phenomenon, a bevy of bodacious babes have been posting requests to be my "friend" over the past couple of weeks on my profile at MySpace.
Gosh, they're all pretty and curvy and beckoning from afar.
How can I resist?
Without much ado, I usually stroke the "approve" button - at which point - in a flourish of silk, tender flesh, and flimsy undergarments, the seductive sirens sashay onto the site and sidle up to my regular cast of tried-and-true friends.
Sadly, on occasion, a sultry-looking lady is denied entry to my secret lair. In that rare instance, it's usually because a smoldering siren has uploaded a provocative still a little too on-the-edge of soft-porno, for a site I still bill as family entertainment fare.
At my blog, savvy surfers can view an animated video, guffaw at a political jibe, or peruse a movie review to fathom if the release is worth plunking down 10 bucks a head (popcorn and soda extra).
Curiously, after a few days, the harem girls slip away into the starry night - if only for an hour or two. Then, without warning, requests from a whole new batch of bodacious babes sizzle into my mailbox for another scintillating round of titillating visual theatrics.
It just occurred to me today - duh, I'm slow on the uptake, I guess - that perchance the seductresses have been pining for a little afternoon delight.
Any takers?
I prefer lovemaking when the moon is full and the passions run high just around midnight!
Temptress hints at naughty fun.
What would Freud think?