Quote of the Day

Cillian stripped the clothes he'd worn to the club, rubbing the bites on his shoulder as he logged on to his computer... and found a dick staring him in the face.

He sat back and studied it for a second, because honestly, it was a really good dick, and then he read the note below the picture.  Only then did he IM back, I know that's not you, Prophet.

The response came back seconds later, still from Prophet's account.  How?

Because Prophet never sends me pictures of his dick. Nor does he ask for pictures of mine in return.

Who's the idiot in this equation, then?

     ~Dirty Deeds by S.E. Jakes


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