I didn't realize there were so many guys on this forum with such amateur-level game. Maybe the
whole forum should be banished to the Newbie Forum, while I get to inhabit the other three areas.
This is how my typical morning goes. I've talked about this before (but only in brief):
1. I awaken gently to my live string-quartet alarm clock, which is strictly instructed to play high-Baroque repertoire crescendoing from the most delicate of
pianissimos, so as to not startle me awake. If I'm not ready to wake up, I reach out and touch the top of the cellist's head, which means snooze. He signals the rest of the musicians to be silent, for
exactly 10 minutes, monitored on the 16th-century grandfather clock directly across from him.
2. When I finally do awake, I do so with raging morning wood, since I eat like a
pound of zinc a day. I select one of the models on either side of me to gently morning-bang, and shove the other one off of my Louis XIV four-post bed. She slams on the antique parquet floor. I don't do threesomes in the morning, and likely spent most of the previous night skewering the two of them--and a friend of theirs or two--on my 14-inch cock, like kabob.
I am but one man, for the love of god.
3. The (often Eastern European) chick who's been (pronounced "bean") pushed off knows that's her signal to go prepare my
Kopi Lawak coffee, and bring me my burled-walnut laptop for me to read "my morning Rooshes." I refuse to leave the bed without having had all the thread titles read to me, at least.
4. Since I live in a rather palatial home, that retrieval process takes long enough for me to complete my morning bang. The girl cleans me up and takes off to fetch my breakfast--one hard-boiled egg, three fingers' worth of
Ugli fruit juice, and 9 raw cashews. Meanwhile, my laptop is brought to me. I select a reader for the day, from among my retinue of attendants, and clap my hands twice, for privacy. "Leave us." My selection depends on which hot-girl accent I feel like hearing that day.
5. My reader goes thread by thread. She reads:
"Loiterers in my Front Yard, by Mechanico." I instruct, often dismissively:
"Pass!" (pronounced
"paws"). When one
does strike my fancy, I instruct her to open it and
"read the OP." I then give detailed instructions, in my fancy voice,
"plus-one that, and be smart about it!" If I happen to let out a laugh, she is trained to automatically reply with a
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6. Once that's done, I'm ready to start my day. I attend to my day's affairs with industry, so that I can enjoy the pleasures of the flesh in the evening. I'm bathed and escorted to my study. In the afternoons, I enjoy some recreation--which usually involves a long horse ride, a sword fight, or some other diversion.
7. Sometimes, I have to deal with chicks who "bring drama," but I dispense with them quickly, so I can service more of the abundant 11s who start to line up outside my home midday to take one the rotating spots on either side of my bed for that night.
8. I retire to bed, having selected my two models for the night, and repeat the process again (pronounced
"a-gayne"). The girls are instructed by my handlers in the procedure above.
Needless to say, I've left out some of the more sumptuous details of my decadent lifestyle, since I don't want to come across like a Big Baller Troll or anything.