Since the end of November until just before New Year’s, I was going through my worst sex drought since I lost my virginity.
All my regular fuck-buddies were out of town or too busy for a booty call. Chicks at the bar were shutting down my advances. My Tinder has been maxed out for months, having already been matched with all the hottest, most fuck-able girls on there. And every girl on OkCupid was looking for commitment before they did the deed.
My balls were bluer than the sky on an afternoon in May. IT WAS A NIGHTMARE.
I am by no means a religious man, but sometimes things work out so perfectly that you can only assume that a higher power is looking out for you.
I was so desperate to get my cock inside a pussy again, I was about to spend all my savings for an evening with an escort. But before I placed the call to trade away all my money for an evening of sex with a sexy escort, I received an email from SexMessenger.com asking me if I write about their site.