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I love women. I’m not
ashamed to admit that making a beautiful woman come is my main goal in life—one
that I accomplish night after night. Women are as drawn to me as I am to them.
I don’t get turned down. It’s not a brag, just a fact. At least it was a fact.
Until I met Quinn—the one woman who didn’t fall for my easy charm. Now, I have
to have her. She may not want to get close, may not want to admit that I turn
her on and can give her a night that she’ll never forget, but she was mine the
first moment I saw her. Eventually, I’ll have her beneath me, my hands in her
hair, and my name on her lips. It’s what I do. I’m the Panty Whisperer.
Intro
THE MAJORITY OF men want sex just to get
off. They blow their load, roll over, and fall asleep. That's not my style. I
want you to remember my face. I want you to remember every inch of me. And you
will. I want to watch your eyes roll up in your head, your toes cramp up while
curling under your feet, your thighs trembling around my face, begging for my
stiff cock inside your hot, wet pussy. Every time you tease your clit, longing
for your hair to be pulled, while squeezing those quivering pussy walls around
your slippery fingers, you'll be wishing it was me inside of you, drilling
balls deep into that aching cunt while you dig your nails into the sheets. I
want to own your mind for the rest of your life. The thought of me will be a
thirst you can't quench, a drug you can't have, an itch that can't be
scratched, no matter how hard you try. Nobody will send a shock of neural
ecstasy from your pulsating little cunt to the tips of your toes the way I
will. Care to bet me?
Jessica Moore
MOST PEOPLE HAVE something they're good
at: math, sports, music, art. I wasn't born with some common talent. I'm a
master of making women come. I don't know why, or how it happened, it's just
built into my DNA. I've always been able to talk to women and get them to do
whatever I want. Ever since I was a teenager, if there was a girl nobody could
bed, I got there first.
My name is Joel Hannover. Well, actually,
that's a bit of a lie. Joel is my middle name. My first name is Herbert. I hate
that name. It's like my parents were trying to cock block me from conception.
I work as an accounting software
consultant. It sounds fancy like I should be good with math or computers.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm a salesman. My job, however, is
perfect for my hobby. Most accounting departments are comprised of women. Women
that most people think are boring or uneventful.
I meet these women every day. Insecure,
dressed conservatively, hiding their beautiful bodies behind layers of
clothing, afraid a few pounds of baby weight might still show. They're ladies
who work crossword puzzles, and process numbers and transactions. It's all a
façade though. These women are just like any others. Sexual creatures who want
to have all of their desires met and all of their needs fulfilled.
They're practically begging for someone
to explore them, to bring them out of their shell, and release the sexual
tension that has saturated their entire being, afraid to break free. They get
their rocks off reading erotica, watching porn, or using the shower head in a
manner it was not intended for. I can't allow this. They need someone to open
their mind, and release their fantasies into the wild. Someone to spread their
thighs and take them to places they never knew possible, where all of their darkest
fantasies reside. This is the environment where I thrive.
Meet Jessica Moore: mid-thirties, married
with two kids, unhappy.
Fucking hot.
She's a senior fixed asset analyst at a
company that's implementing my firm's new software. She is amazingly sexy and
wasting away in a bad marriage that is held together solely for the kids. We've
been working together on this project for about two weeks now and have grown
somewhat close.
She cracks a smile as I walk through the
door to her office. "Good morning."
"Jessica—" I pause for a moment
and eye her curvy hips and round breasts. "—you look nice." She looks
hot as fuck, if I'm being honest.
Jessica bites her lip and smiles. I want
to put my cock in that beautiful mouth so badly. I have to have her. I've been
observing her for the last two weeks, processing every bit of information she
provides. She loves Starbucks, romantic comedies, and has an adventurous side
to her that she's afraid to act on. Well, she didn't exactly say that, but like
I said before, I can sense these things. It's an innate ability. "Did you
have a good weekend?"
"Completely boring, didn't do much
of anything. Philip went hunting and left me with the kids. So we had a movie
night on Saturday. You?"
I can't really tell her I filmed myself
banging two twenty-year-old co-eds, and then watched it while going a second
round with them. "Oh, I had a movie night myself. New indie film, you
wouldn't have heard of it."
Hey, you didn't lie to her.
I can't stop staring at her black,
mid-length skirt hugging tight around her hips. I get the slightest peek at her
tanned cleavage protruding through her low-cut red top as she reaches into the
bottom of a file cabinet. She's dressed up today, and it's for me; we both know
it. The first day I was here she wore mom jeans and a sweater.
Her wavy brunette hair is pulled back
into a ponytail, and her bright-blue eyes send my stomach churning in knots
every time I catch a glimpse of them. It's obvious that she works out and
watches her figure, but she's got these curves that send blood straight to my
dick. I have to fuck this woman. No, I want to make this woman come harder than
she ever has in her life, if she ever has at all. She deserves it. She works
hard and is a good mother.
I'm going to plow her so hard she wants
to scream but the words won't come out. I can tell she wants it, constantly
eyeing my six-foot-two frame, wondering what I'm packing in my slacks. It's not
ten inches, but it gets the job done. A massive cock is overrated anyway. I'm
not trying to scar her for life.
I pull a caramel macchiato with no
whipped cream out from behind my back and set it down on the desk in front of
her. It's all about paying attention to details.
"Oh my god. You're my hero.
Seriously." She takes a sip. "I'm a slave to caffeine."
"I know how it goes."
Only my drug of choice is that yearning
pussy that's heating up for me in your panties while you eye fuck the shit out
of me.
Soon.
"So, what's on the agenda for
today?" She walks back behind her desk.
"Just a follow up consult, half a
day. Make sure all the modules are functioning the way you like, and then I'm
out of your hair."
Her head drops a little and she stares
down at the desk for a moment before looking back up at me. "Well, I'm
taking you to lunch before you leave. On the company, if that's okay?"
"I can't say no to a free
meal." I laugh, knowing what I'll be dining on. It's under that skirt of
hers. Today is a day she'll remember for the rest of her life. She just doesn't
know it yet.
Most of the morning is uneventful,
working out kinks in the software. Lunch can't get here fast enough.
"Hey, can you take a look at this?
I'm not sure this menu is exactly how we'd like it." She turns back to me,
then back to her screen.
I lean over her shoulder, perching up near
her ear. God, she smells amazing. I try to look at the screen, but all I can
focus on is a black lace bra corralling a pair of 38D breasts. She knows
exactly what she's doing, breaking out the sexy underwear for my last day here,
longing for them to end up on the floor. "I think we should switch options
three and four on this window."
"Shouldn't be a problem." I
don't even look at the fucking screen. My eyes are busy, working down those
creamy thighs with her knees pressed together, calves running down to a pair of
black heels, legs crossed at the ankles.
I look up at the screen and try to buy
myself some extra time. "Well, wait, what if we moved option two, and had
a separate pop-up option for four?" I don't even know if my words made
sense or not, and I can tell she doesn't care. She starts to speak and I exhale
lightly across her neck.
"Hmm, I—" Her voice cracks a
little as her eyes close, the tiny hairs on her neck standing at attention from
my warm breath.
I interrupt her. "No, never mind. I
think I like your idea better." I breathe into her ear as I raise my head
up.
I spy her brushing her hands across her
legs and onto her knees as I walk away. She doesn't think I notice, but I do. I
can't stop thinking about how wet her cunt is right now, her lips begging for
my cock to drive into them. It's going to be a long lunch.
I ride with her to the restaurant, but
don't make any moves. I want to tease her as long as possible. It's a long-term
investment for the eruption that will take place between her legs later, when I
press the buttons in every erogenous zone in her brain. The clacking of her
heels on the tile floor of the restaurant and her ass swaying back and forth in
that skirt have my cock rock hard against the zipper of my pants. She knows
she's driving me crazy too. Jessica thinks she might know what's coming, but
there's enough uncertainty to keep her wondering if she'll merely be dreaming
about fucking me when she rubs one out later.
I pull her chair out for her, to her
surprise. "Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. My mom drilled the
behavior into me since I was a boy."
"Aww. A mama's boy? I think it's
sweet that she taught you to be a gentleman." She blushes.
"Yeah, she's old school. Guys
sometimes look at me funny, but it always seems to work in my favor with the
ladies." I flash her a devilish grin as I sit down.
The sexual tension is building, and for
some reason seeing her wedding ring makes me want her more, as if it makes the
game more of a challenge. I mean, I don't go out seeking married women, but I
don't turn them down either. I didn't make any promises to anyone to remain
faithful, that's their issue.
She's staring at me with those seductive
blue eyes again. Goddamn they drive me crazy. I'm a sucker for beautiful eyes.
Her hair pulled back makes them pop even more. I want that red lipstick smeared
all over my cock while I stare into them.
"So, what are you having?" she
asks.
Definitely not the salad you will order.
I can tell she'll order one before the words leave her mouth. It's a funny
thing. Honestly, if she ordered a cheeseburger or steak it'd probably turn me
on even more. I'll order something decent, but not something that will make her
feel bad for ordering salad. Grilled chicken or salmon is usually the go to.
"Oh, I think I'll have the lemon
pepper chicken." I look over to see a guy tearing into a cheeseburger.
Fucker. But it's a price I'm willing to pay to get inside Jessica.
We laugh for a while, trading war stories
about work, bad relationships, all the while flirting. Instinctively, I reach
for the check when it comes.
"I told you it's on the
company." She shoves my hand away, but not before holding on to it an
extra split second.
"Sorry, it's a force of habit."
Yeah right. I know exactly what I'm doing. She's sharp, so I'm sure she's
caught on to some of the bullshit. It's still worth it, as long as I don't
overdo it.
The drive back is the longest of my life.
I can see her subtly squirming in her seat, anticipating what will come next,
afraid that it's going to end, and she's going to be left with nothing but her
hand and a cold shower. A memory of what might have been. I smile at the
thought and glance over at her.
Don't worry, Jessica. You're going to get
everything you want and then some. Just wait. Tension is building in my balls
already as we pull into the parking garage. I'm on the verge of exploding in my
pants. This is what I live for, the moments right before. All the anticipation,
the sweaty palms, the stomach butterflies, my prick growing hard in my slacks, the
animalistic instincts of wanting to drill the woman sitting two feet away,
separated only by a console and some cup holders.
Finally, we pull into the parking space,
staring at each other momentarily before opening our doors. I pretend to be a
little upset that she opened the door for herself. "I'm so sorry. I'm not
used to the royal treatment. My husband would have been inside the building by
now."
"Well, why don't you make up for it
and walk me to my car?"
That gets a giggle out of her. It's
cheesy as fuck, but she eats it up. Jessica holds out her arm to escort me, and
I take it. I feel my forearm rub against her tight hard nipple and soft breast.
It sends a warm sensation straight to my cock. The sound of her heels clacking
on the concrete as we near my car has my pulse racing. I can see her biting her
lip, knowing this is the moment for her. I can practically see everything she
is thinking.
Is he really going to fuck me in his car,
or in the dark corner of this busy parking garage? Why did he park all the way
back here anyway? Did he plan this out?
You're goddamn right I did, Jessica.
We approach my '67 Fastback in the corner
and she gasps. I've had it since I was 17 and restored it myself. Classic
muscle cars are an aphrodisiac if there ever was one. She releases my arm to
walk in front of me. Her ass is driving me wild in that skirt, I want to bite
it and hear her squeal.
"Is that a '67?"
Jesus Christ, she knows her cars. I'm now
rock hard.
"Sure is."
She's walking faster, and I match her
pace as she turns to the driver's side door.
I have to check this out." She runs
her hand down the sleek metal in the sexiest way possible.
It's time.
I walk up behind her and press my palm to
the small of her back before smoothing it down to her ass. Her eyes close as
she presses her tits up against the window, hands resting at the top of the
car. I lean in close, next to her ear. "I have to check you out." My
voice is a whisper as I watch people get in and out of their cars, nothing
between us and them but my Mustang. "I know you want this." I whisper
in her ear as I dig my fingers into her ass.
"But, I'm married." Her words
are a muttered gasp. She moans lightly as I run my hand up her skirt. She's
trying to tease me. She'll find out who's in control momentarily. "You
sure? Last chance?" I exhale in her ear, and walk my fingers up her
inner-thigh.
She won't resist anymore. "I think
we both know the answer to that."
I rub my fingers back and forth on her
hot, wet panties, circling around her clit. A shudder rips through her
shoulders. I whisper in her ear again while breathing down her neck. "This
is what you've wanted all week, isn't it? Me, behind you, my hand up your
skirt, playing with this pussy? Look at all these people. They have no idea I'm
about to shove my fingers inside you."
I lean forward and watch as she opens her
eyes to see all the people in front of us who have no idea what we're doing. I
can see the spark in her eyes as the heat rushes through her veins like a
strong narcotic. "You've been dreaming about my fingers inside this tight
little cunt, knowing you could lose your job if you get caught. But you don't
care, do you? You want it too bad. You need me finger fucking this needy pussy,
don't you?"
I slip my thumb inside of her, two
fingers swirling on her clit.
"Oh my fucking god, yes." She
coos, and spreads her thighs, giving me more access.
I roll one of her tight nipples between
my fingers before running my hand over her breast. I can feel Jessica's
heartbeat on my thumb inside of her, panties cocked to the side. I focus on her
clit, still running my fingers over it in small circles.
"Keep an eye out." I drop to my
knees slowly.
"What?" She glances back and
down to me as I raise her skirt up, releasing her beautiful peach-shaped ass
with black lace panties covering the upper half. She looks back up immediately
before closing her eyes, finally giving in to the possibility of being
discovered.
I massage her ass cheeks over her
panties—I know she wore them specifically for this moment—before pulling them
down around her knees, revealing her swollen, pink entrance, already wet and
glistening between her thighs. I take my time, working up the back of her tan
legs, teasing her slit with the tip of my tongue, before burying my nose in her
ass, and darting my tongue into her.
Jessica lets out a slight squeal, and
then covers her mouth, looking around to see if anyone noticed. A family of
four is walking through the parking lot, oblivious to me tasting her sweet
pussy a few cars down. I pick up the pace, flicking my tongue on her clit and
probing her while she squirms against the car door, wanting to shout but
knowing she can't.
I grip her ass, and turn her around to
face me, staring eye-level at her pink, freshly shaved cunt. I can see the lust
in her eyes, and it fills me with a sense of power and satisfaction, knowing
that she is going to finally open her mind and release all of the tension
that's been building for years in every bone in her body. I yank her pussy to
my mouth, which sends her bending over me in surprise.
"Oh my god, oh my god." Her
words are jumbled under her breath.
I start working my fingers up her inner
thigh while teasing her bump with my tongue, licking her wetness that flows
down onto my face. The closer my fingers get, the tighter she squeezes her legs
together. I lean back and look up to her eyes. "Relax. You're about to
experience something you've never felt before."
She loosens, and her legs slowly spread
as I work my fingers in, still teasing my tongue on her clit and watching her paw
at her breasts. Neither of us give a fuck about getting caught at this point.
The attraction is too strong. Her eyes roll back as I take my two fingers to
the hilt, curling them up to the ridge I find deep inside. Her walls squeeze
tight around my fingers, and I imagine what they'll feel like around my cock
later.
Wow, this pussy is tight. She definitely
hasn't had it in a while.
The suctioning noise of my fingers
pumping in and out of her echoes off the concrete walls surrounding us. My
fingers are drenched as she grips the back of my scalp, the insides of her arms
pressing those beautiful tits together. I snake my tongue over her and work it
in circles as my fingers hammer away deep inside of her.
"Goddamn it, Joel, fuck!" Her
words are a little too loud for comfort, but it doesn't slow me down. She's on
the edge and doesn't realize what's on the other side. She's always been too
afraid to let go and take the plunge. I'm about to take her there.
I lift up my pinky finger. My entire hand
and her thighs are shimmering, and covered in Jessica's wetness. I slide my
pinky finger between the crack of her ass with each thrust of my fingers,
before teasing her tight little puckered asshole with it.
"Holy. Fuck." She's panting,
barely able to breathe. Her hips fly back and try to push her ass through the
car door, barely able to handle the intense nerve firings ripping to her core.
I keep my head buried into her, my mouth latched onto her pussy, increasing the
tempo of my tongue and fingers. I remove my head from between her legs for a
brief second.
"Just let it happen," I
whisper, before diving back in, lashing my tongue across her pussy.
"Okay, okay. Oh my fucking
god!" She covers her mouth, trying not to scream as my pinky slides
slightly inside of her asshole, and I start rubbing over her g-spot in small
circles, my fingers fully plunged into the depths of her.
She's now bucking her hips into my face,
fully engrossed in her fantasy. A shudder starts in her legs and shoots through
her. Her entire body tenses as her thighs squeeze around my face, her nails
digging into my scalp. Her pussy clamps around my fingers like a vise and she
convulses against my face, before letting go and coming all over my lips,
unable to make a sound. I savor every drop as time freezes for her, all of her
sexual energy channeled into her pulsating clit, then shooting to her
extremities. She finally relaxes a little, her beautiful breasts rising and
falling with each deep breath.
I stand up slowly to meet her with a
smile, running my fingers across her tight nipples just to see a shiver jolt
through her torso. "You are a genius." A huge smile spreads across
her face. "Holy fuck!"
I've unleashed the beast. It's inside of
every woman, she just doesn't know it.
She throws me up against the car, and my
cock immediately rises to attention as she rubs her palm over it. Her eyes
widen as she feels my length in her hand, growing more and more the tighter she
squeezes. "I have a few things I want to do to you."
"Do it then."
I grin. She drops to her knees and
unbuckles my belt, then pulls it apart with her teeth, one of my weaknesses
that I find ridiculously hot. Her bright, blue eyes staring up at me have my
balls roiling with tension, and I haven't even been inside her yet.
She unzips my pants and pulls my briefs
down with them in one quick motion, releasing my cock like a spring-loaded
weapon. "Oh my." She strokes the length of my prick slowly with one
hand, the other rubbing on her beautiful tits over her shirt.
She teases my tip with her tongue. A tingling
sensation shoots through my legs as soon as her warm tongue curls around the
head of my cock. "You've wanted to suck that dick, haven't you?" I
stare down at her skirt that's hiked up over her beautiful ass.
She nods, taking me a little farther into
her mouth, those blue eyes locked on mine, logging away every reaction in her
memory. The inside of her cheeks closing around the head of my cock sends my
head flying backward. She's surprisingly better than I thought she'd be.
Accountants, they have a wild side to them.
She's now hit her groove, stroking and
sucking in one smooth, rhythmic motion. It feels amazing. I can't stop staring
at those ruby-red lips spread tight around my stiff prick, smearing her
lipstick on the length of it. Suddenly, she lifts my cock and presses it to my
stomach, before diving onto my balls and sucking on one and then the other, all
the while stroking my cock with her palm.
"You like that, don't you?" She
pauses for a moment. I'm not going to lie; it feels fucking amazing. Apparently,
I don't answer her fast enough as she spits all over my balls, and takes one in
her mouth, sucking forcefully on it.
Goddamn. I'm contemplating letting her
have control of this whole ordeal. She might fuck even better than I thought.
"Hell yes, just like that."
"I saw you staring at my tits in the
office. You've been teasing me with this dick all week. You want to fuck them.
Don't you?"
I grin. What have I created? This woman
is incredible, radiating sexual confidence. I'm going to change her life.
"Thought you'd never ask."
She looks around as if she's suddenly
worried about someone seeing her pull her tits out. Never mind the fact that
she just smothered her face with my balls. Before I know it, she has her bra
pulled out through her sleeve, and she's lifted her shirt up, releasing a
beautiful pair of natural tits that bounce slightly. I want to bury my face
between them and never come out.
She squeezes them together and lets her
spit slowly fall into her cleavage. "You like these?"
"They're fucking perfect."
"I can't wait to watch you fuck
them." She spits on my cock, then scoops under her tits with one arm, her
free hand palming my shaft. She slaps the head of my dick on each one, then
teases at her nipples with it. I'm about to explode every time her tight pearls
rub against my swollen head.
"You like it when I slap your cock
on these big fucking tits?"
"Hell yes."
Then she slaps it on her cheek and her
tongue a few times, sucking the tip for a moment. Before I know it, she has
those gorgeous breasts wrapped around the length of me, bobbing up and down.
God I love my dick between her tits.
She slides me back and forth between
them, increasing and decreasing the tempo at will. I fist her ponytail in one
hand, and cage her throat with the other. Her eyes grow wide as I thrust my
cock back and forth between her tits.
I have to get inside of her. It's
uncontrollable.
I grab her under her arms and yank her to
her feet. She lets out a slight squeal that turns to a moan as I flip her
around and shove her up against the side of the car. Her legs spread, offering
her ass to me. "You want my cock inside you?" I smack her ass and dig
in with my fingers, as I lean in next to her ear.
"Please."
I slap my dick on her ass from the side,
watching the unsuspecting people come in and out of the building. "You've
been dreaming about this all week haven't you? This big fucking dick in your
tight cunt. It's been driving you crazy. Hasn't it?"
"Mmhmm." She nods.
"Ask me for it."
"Can I have your cock?"
"How bad do you want it?" I
grip her by the hair and she moans.
I rub my dick underneath her, back and
forth between her soaking wet lips, coating it with her wetness.
"Give it to me. Please. I want to
come on your cock."
I pull back on her hair and her face
tilts toward the ceiling. Her tits press against the car window as I tease my
head around the edge of her pussy. I slowly push into her, watching my cock
disappear an inch at a time.
Goddamn. She's so fucking tight and wet.
She's moaning and I haven't even given it
all to her yet. I can't wait for her hot walls to spasm around me.
I work about three quarters into her and
I start to speed up. Surprisingly, nobody has even turned a head in our
direction. I lean in next to her ear. "You ready for me to fuck this
pussy?"
"God yes!"
I grip her around the waist and go into
jackhammer mode. She starts to scream and bites down on her forearm that is
resting on the car. My pelvis is ramming into her ass cheeks, smacking into her
as I plunge balls deep. Her tits shake against the glass.
"You like that shit?"
She can't even respond. I grab her
ponytail and smack her ass with my free hand, leaving a red hand print.
"You like that? You like being
fucked like a naughty little slut?"
"Jesus, I'm going to come
again."
"Yeah, come all over this fucking
dick you've been craving."
Her hot cunt closes in on me. Her eager
pussy clenching for more. She's going to make me blow my load. I reach around
and play with her clit, working tiny circles around it while ramming her full
speed. Her thighs start to tremble. It's all too familiar now. She knows what
she's capable of, and she needs it. I push her past the breaking point and her
pussy clamps down on me, her ass and hips vibrating out of control as she bucks
back into my cock.
I hear a moan and she pauses, unable to
speak. Number two is a success. Her mouth opens to scream but no words come
out, just a slight squeal and heavy, deep breaths. I flip her around and lift
her against the car, working my cock back inside of her. The car is supporting
most of her weight as her tits smash against me.
"Are you going to come for me?"
She grips my tie in her right hand.
"Soon."
"I want it on my face." She
yanks me closer by the tie, those blue eyes locked on mine. I picture her on
her knees, looking at me with those eyes, while I blast her face with my warm
load. It sends me into a frenzy. I start pounding into her. The smacking sounds
of me ramming her, coupled with my balls slapping up against her tight little
asshole, have me in another world.
Tension builds inside me as I continue to
fuck her as fast and as hard as possible. I can feel my load inching its way up
my shaft as she starts convulsing on my prick with orgasm number three. When
she squeezes that slick little cunt around me, it's all over. "Get on your
knees." I slip my prick out into my palm and start stroking it furiously.
She kneels down and looks up at me, her
mouth open wide with her tongue sticking out, those gorgeous blue eyes locked
back on mine once more, begging for every ounce.
The head of my cock is expanding like a
balloon. I can't speak. I can only nod to give her a warning before thrusting
and letting loose. I spray across her nose and up under one of her eyes,
grunting with each thrust. Her eyes close as I explode all over her. Each
stroke of my cock sends a new stream into her mouth and onto her forehead, some
of it dripping down to her tits. The sight of her face covered in my hot come
makes my balls ache as my pelvis and thighs quiver. Finally, I finish,
releasing the last of it onto her soft, pink tongue.
I grab a tee shirt from inside the car.
She cleans up the tip of my cock and shaft, before wiping the rest from her
face and tits.
I can't lie. I fuck all the time, but it
never gets old. Every unique conquest is etched into my mind, a memory I'll
keep forever. Each orgasm is like a symphony, in a different location, with
different instruments. I look back down into those huge, satisfied blue eyes. A
huge grin spreads across her face.
"That was amazing." My breath
is labored as I admire her beautiful face.
"You think?" She giggles.
"I didn't even know that was fucking possible. Who are you?" The
panty whisperer.
Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.
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