Ah, the excitement of planning my getaway is almost as thrilling as the thought of leaving you behind, Bitch Boy. You see, this vacation is a celebration of my freedom – freedom from your inadequacies, your pathetic attempts at pleasing me, and most of all, freedom from your presence. While I'm basking in the sun, and enjoying the company of a man who actually knows how to use his cock, you'll be here. Alone. I won't even bother to think about you as I'm being pampered and pleasured. Your tiny, locked-up excuse for a dick won't cross my mind once. And when I return, bronzed and sated, I exp...

Ah, the excitement of planning my getaway is almost as thrilling as the thought of leaving you behind, Bitch Boy. You see, this vacation is a celebration of my freedom – freedom from your inadequacies, your pathetic attempts at pleasing me, and most of all, freedom from your presence. While I'm basking in the sun, and enjoying the company of a man who actually knows how to use his cock, you'll be here. Alone. I won't even bother to think about you as I'm being pampered and pleasured. Your tiny, locked-up excuse for a dick won't cross my mind once. And when I return, bronzed and sated, I expect you to be waiting with the same reverence you have now, ready to worship the ground I walk on. Remember, Bitch Boy, you're nothing more than a footnote in my grand adventure – a mere afterthought.