When was the last time you did something really deeply, indulgently pleasurable for yourself? Family vacations don’t count. I’m in Boston for a few days August 7-9, and you deserve a treat.

Why don’t you spend a few hours with me in my huge hotel room? Chances are you could use the REAL vacation, from the rest of the world. 50 strokes of the cane will help you drift off far, far away, I promise. Kissing my stocking-wrapped legs will push you another 100 miles. Closing your eyes behind my snug leather sleep sack will give you the final nudge into the oblivion.

Haven’t you earned this?

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