Marvin Touched by a Swedish Angel

In a bizarre incident reminiscent of one that I once experienced, Marvin Bloom, recounts an intimate encounter with a hot Swede that resulted in a sexual release (it is not what you are thinking).

As a former homosexual (AKA ex-gay) Marvin gets touched by the Holy Spirit (or something) and finds even more evidence that God is at work to will and do his good pleasure, and at the hands of a Swede no less!

Comments

Anonymous said…

You are a hoot!

3:37 PM

KJ said…

"The Gay Knot" -- I think I saw that video!

4:47 PM

Anonymous said…

Marvin, it's great to hear from you again....

I'm not sure I understand the glases thought....

;-)

9:28 PM

Willie Hewes said…

Hey, that's great, Marvin. Awesome story, thanks for sharing. I've never been that into massages myself, but it's cool that you had such a positive experience.

If you're in Amsterdam airport, I hope your hedge of protection will keep you safe, of course, and I'm sure it will. You should try to find some of the art that scattered around the place, there's some nice stuff there. I especially like the vertical bar of scrolling text, you should watch if for a while to see what it tells you, it's very entertaining and it makes you think.

Anyway, all the best to you from your fan, Willie Hewes.

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