Muffy's Insatiable Bordello of Sexual Glitter

His appetites were endless, and he was callous in his demands, sending his ladies to tend the angry yak, naked and still dripping with his hot seed, before heading back in for a warm lunch.

Of course you'd have an unbearably pretty little thing up there on your book ladder (!!), dusting your grand library in bunny ears and her lacy bra and panties set.

No one knew, later, that you were how the invasion started.

Or you could embrace the death of modesty, knowing that a single sophisticated woman sipping espresso with her shirt off in a small European bistro makes up for all the rest of the madness.

May your 2011 begin with glitter and doe-eyed looks from punk rock girls with creamy smooth boobs.

Soon they were kissing, touching, learning that sexuality was far more playground than battlefield.

If you're not into mentally ill drag queen grandpa styles, grinding up on pig costume hotties in robot welding indie rock hell, then you're out of touch with current trends in depravity.

In my experience, it's every man's "no turning back" accessory. As that leather tongue snakes out of the metal hinge I feel my brain turning off, my focus 100% on the physical.

Hell yes.

Sigh. Want.