Feature: The Fur Files - Relationship Advice For The Love Challenged

TheFurFiles - Bachelor Party Pickle, Self-Proclaimed Boy Toy, Why Guys Like Breasts

Author: Amanda Fox
Published: December 30, 2010 at 11:13 pm
Share

Madame Floretta “Fern” De Villiers, a.k.a. “Amanda Fox” is an author of erotic fiction and commentary. This is her weekly advice column.

Friday, December 31th, 2010.

Dear Fern,

I am a twenty-six year old man on the verge of getting married. The other night, at my stag party, my buddies got me really drunk and then they hired me a hooker.

Unfortunately, things went a little further than they should have, though Candy and I didn’t actually sleep together. Well, we almost did, like I performed oral sex on her and she performed oral sex on me, and I DID put my "hoochie" in her "goochie". In the end though, I held back, only climaxing on her belly.

The thing is, my fiancé is totally against this sort of behavior. Before the party, she gave me strict orders, saying, “Derek, you’d better not get really drunk tonight and then sleep with a hooker. If you do, I absolutely WILL NOT marry you.”

So now I figure I’m screwed. What do you think? Should I call off the wedding myself, or try to keep what happened a secret forever?

Sincerely,

In Some Seriously Hot Water

Dear In And Out, In And Out, In And Out,

I love it when people get totally smashed. Their true nature always comes out. But so what if you acted like a man-whore at your stag? Actually, it puts you in the perfect position to get married because now you already know what it's like to feel guilty.
________________________________________

Dear Fern,

Where did my body go? I used to be a hot tamale. Three kids later and I have a muffin top, a butt big enough to park a truck under it, and boobs that hang down to my bellybutton. What the heck is going on?

Sincerely,

Too Fat to $#@%

Dear You Are NEVER Too Fat To $#@%,

And you’ve probably heard this a million times before, but you know that little pooch of stretch-marked skin that hangs down when you perch on your hands and knees, and you know those annoying cellulite dimples that have taken over your buttocks and thighs, well, they are truly badges of motherhood and you should consider them as such. So stop your whining and go out there and get busy.
________________________________________

Continued on the next page
 
 

About this article

Profile image for amandafox

Article Author: Amanda Fox

Hi! My name is Amanda Fox. I write literary erotica as well as dark humour. Sometimes I even put the two together. And I know this may sound strange, but I get inspiration in some of the most unexpected places - Viggo Mortensen (OK, so maybe that’s …

Amanda Fox's author pageAuthor's Blog

Article Tags

Share: Bookmark and Share

Add your comment, speak your mind

Personal attacks are NOT allowed
Please read our comment policy