A Public Apology

Dear Magic Mike,

I would like to start off by saying that I am sorry that I missed your magic show, and I hope that you are not mad at me. I wanted to be there, but the fates were working against me that day. I blame fate for the tragic event because I truly believe that it is my destiny to be as horny as a bunny that just got out of a prison that will not allow conjugal visits. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to run and upkeep my site.

I was because of my bunny-like persona that I missed your show. I knew that your show was very near my current man toy's house. Before I was to go to your show, I decided to stop off at his place to get in a quick hump. I went and we started in on our activities for the day, and just kept going. Time went by, and I had no idea how long it had really been. There was no sign of an end. We just kept going and going. He was the Energizer Bunny and I was the Horny Prison Bunny. By the time we got done, there was a sweaty, exhausted, ball of bunnies on his bed.

Now, it was not because of this that I missed your show. I could have gotten there in time if it had just been normal everyday sex. And, for the most part, it was normal everyday sex...except at the end. Without going into much detail because I try to not fuck and tell, the end of the sexual escapades of the day was the sole reason I was not at your show.

Somehow, someway, his dick got near my face. This happens from time to time and I am not adverse to it, but you must know the positioning of it all to fully understand the horror of what happened next. I knew the activities were drawing to an end, but no matter what I am doing I tend to keep breathing. I enjoy being alive. Even with the activity at hand, or at face rather, I knew I was going to have to take a fairly deep breath. So, I leaned my head back a bit and started to draw in a breath through my nose. I knew immediately that this was a mistake.

What actually happened managed to happen so fast that I wasn't sure what was going on. But I knew this was not right. I felt a small amount of tingling followed by a mass amount of pain. My sinus cavity was on fire and I could feel a lump of something traveling down my windpipe headed directly for my right lung. For a split second, I thought I was going to die.

In my almost death, I realized what exactly had happened. As I leaned back to breathe, he decided that that moment was a great time to cum. In his effort to pop out a few ounces of baby batter, he decided, I guess, to not look where he was cumming or even try to aim it somewhere other than my ready and open bronchial tubes by way of my nose. Yes, that's right, He came directly into my nose when I was in the middle of breathing in.

If you have not experienced this pain, I urge you not to try it. I felt as if I had snorted wasabi. The end result left me very disoriented with a raging headache, pain in my lungs and chest, and a small aversion to ever letting him cum anywhere near my face again.

In short, Magic Mike, I am sorry. I am sorry I didn't make it to your show but, as you can see, there was an unprecedented circumstance beyond my control. I would love to come to your next show no matter when it is or where it is and I will make this promise to you now. I will not try to get some before the show. That way I know I will be there.

I cannot tell you how truly sorry I am.