Evening at Vic’s

I surfed a little. I watched really hot babes doing what I call ‘running the porn circle’: first she blows the guy, then he eats her puss, then they fuck, then they fuck doggy, then he licks her ass, and finally he cums in her mouth.

Right in the middle of one, I happened to look more closely around the room. Then I snooped. Half-way behind a curtain, Vic had a bed in one corner, a table with some sex toys on it, and a book called “The Absolute Beginners Guide to Domination.” The stuff wasn’t hidden. Not even the book. Betsy had to know but she never struck me as kinky. In fact, I’m sure this was all him. I guess that explains why Vic came to Candie’s Game Night.

Clearly Vic was emulating Julian’s playroom. It was partially complete, but needed a lot still to be finished. I was worried my friend Vic was going down a dark path. Candy just escaped that influence, while Julian was hopelessly stuck in it.

It was at this very moment that one of my favorite videos came on:

It’s this one where a boyfriend comes home on Valentine’s Day, follows a trail of flower petals, finds a box and when he opens it, his girlfriend is inside. She’s pretending and looks and acts exactly like an inanimate sex doll. He drags her out, poses her, and fucks her. It’s super hot.

As good as it is, I wondered how the website, or the internet, or Siri, or Big Brother, or whatever, knew to play a video I watch at home maybe once a week. I mean, it couldn’t be a coincidence.