Sickness

Calling all frog fetishists. Do you find your self lusting over a woman with a hoarse, scratchy voice? Are you in need of a lady who can boggle your mind and tempt your goods with a wheeze and a hacking cough? Is there anyone out there who wants to pay me to sip tea and rattle my pre-orgasmic moans from a stretched and raw throat? No? Well, it's a damn good thing it takes most of my effort to raise my head - thereby barring me from work these past few days, as I doubt I'd be able or willing to satisfy.

I'm guessing few of my clients would be interested in what I have to offer right now. Thought is difficult, if not down right impossible. So this makes it a perfect evening for the name game. A week worth of names, odd or unusual names left out - and the fetishes requested eliminated all together to protect those who entrusted them to me.

Here are seven days of Johns, Joes and Marks, with repeat callers only counted once. What purpose does this serve? None. Why do I find it amusing? It could be the brain fever.

Mike - 11
John - 10
Joe - 5
Matt - 5
Bill - 5
Brian - 5
Tom - 4
Steve - 4
Tony - 4
Mark - 4
Chris - 4
Andrew - 3
Jim - 3
Ryan - 3
Alex - 3
Dan - 3
Josh - 2
Eric - 2

So the Mikes win this week. Congrats, Mikes!

Oh, and no comparison of clients names would be complete without the few 'Me's and 'Daddy's who despite my displeasure remain determined to exist only as these colorful pseudonyms. Very clever, boys, very clever.