Fiction | Meet Me in Spurta

Hey, bro, I’d promised after the lecture to msg about the group. We meet in the Spurta app Sat. Every week. Full day with a break for lunch. The mornings are for fighting. The evenings are fucking. You don’t have go full-body for the arena but turn on ALL your haptics for the temple. Whatever you’ve got. Pick up the DionysusDick internal if you don’t have something good for up in there. It’s seriously awesome, not feeling it until you’re all full from the app action. Get all of the Greek godly beauty up in the ass. Hugs until then.

Originally published in P.S. I Love You: Fiction Friday.

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