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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

reverendhornibastard

Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Don’t get all gooey on me.  You should all know by now that Reverend Hornibastard is not exactly a sentimental guy or a guy who gets all choked up about Christmas.

But this past week has been exceptionally good to me.
 
On Tuesday I had my first post-prostate radiation therapy follow up with my doctor.  He gave me the results of my most recent blood work. I braced myself for bad news.  I had been warned by many that the first blood work after radiation therapy often shows little or no reduction in PSA (prostate specific antigen) levels. 
 
Much to my surprise and delight, my PSA levels clocked in at 0.9!  I knew that was a good score but had to let my doctor elaborate.  Apparently, that is a VERY good score.
 
I decided to celebrate during the course of the week.
 
First on my list was Mrs. Hornibastard.  I attacked her several times with renewed enthusiasm.  She remarked that my orgasms seemed to be getting wetter and wetter. 
 
I don’t know for sure, but I hope my “dry orgasms” are now all in the rear view mirror.  I must admit, I missed all the gooeyness. 
 
Mrs. Hornibastard may feel differently about the return of the gooeyness.  After all, she’s the one who ends up leaking splooge afterwards and then has to sleep on the wet spot.
 
I guess I could be a gentleman and buy her a cork (a NICE one).
 
I’ll have to get on Amazon and see if I can find Christmas-themed vaginal corks at a reasonable price.
 
Yesterday I took my celebratory mood out for a stroll in a strip club but I decided not to go to my usual stomping grounds.  For a change, I traveled a bit further afield and paid a visit to a club on Houston’s NW side, one in which I have been very well entertained, albeit not in a long while.
 
I was pleasantly surprised to see they had quite a lot of talent on hand.  The ladies were all so lovely (in a cheap, slutty sort of way).  Adding to my surprise, I encountered a dancer with whom I have spent a considerable amount of time (and money) about a year ago.  Until this week, I always encountered her at a different club.
 
As soon as she saw me, she made a bee-line to my table and sat down. I made no protest.  I always enjoyed her company and she was always good for some deliciously naughty fun.
 
Since we had not seen each other in about a year, we spent some time on personal updates.  She had moved clubs because she got tired of driving so far from her home to the club where I had first met her.  She had tried several other clubs before settling on this one.
 
I updated her on my life, how I had retired from retirement yet again and about my recent bout with prostate cancer.  We eventually retired to the VIP section where she gave me numerous extremely hot dances, breaking every rule applicable to sexually oriented businesses.
 
And she was just warming up!
 
After some drinks and a few more dances, she asked me if I was ready to celebrate my apparent victory over prostate cancer.  I said I was more than ready.
 
She took me to a more secluded part of the VIP area and proceeded to give me a marvelous BBBJ at the end of which she swallowed all the evidence.

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After a bit of clean up, I thought I should head home before the Houston afternoon traffic got too thick. As I reached for my wallet to pay for my dances and the marvelous BBBJ, my friend insisted that no payment was required. 

The startled look on my face made her laugh.
 
She reminded me that a little over a year ago, when her ex-boyfriend drained her bank account to buy drugs, I had paid her overdue rent and prepaid her next month’s rent.  
 
She gave me a big hug and a sloppy kiss and told me to come again!

Or was it CUM again?
 
Either way, I’m sure I will!