SUNDAY NIGHT

It was a sad week for you; it was Valentine's Day week, and everyone but you had a date. After crying and jerking off in your room for hours, you fell into a deep comforting sleep... You started dreaming, you found yourself in the clouds... In front of you sat a gorgeous man, one that looked so wonderful that he didn't feel real. You tried to speak, but you couldn't.

"Hush now, child; in this realm, only I speak." the man said, his voice a low gorgeous sound that felt like an angel's sigh. He smirked at you; he wore nothing but a white cloth that covered his privates. "I am Priapus, god of sexual desire, god of fertility. And I heard you, I heard your cries of loneliness and sadness... So I came to you. I have an offer, dear one... No one deserves to spend Valentine's Day alone, so I shall give you the week of wonders: tomorrow, one time of the day, you will see me... But I won't be Priapus, I will be someone else entirely... Not a god, but an everyday person ... But you will know when it is me... Because my face shall be the same. Nod to me if you are following..."

You gave a slow timid nod, and Priapus was pleased. "Good boy... Now, when you find me tomorrow, I will be under a different name and a different life, but if you stick around me, you will have a gorgeous sexual experience. And Tuesday will be the same, and so will Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. All of these days, you will find me, and I will always be someone else, but I will always make you feel like the most satisfied man on earth... When Saturday strikes midnight, I will be gone, and you will never see me again, do you understand?"

You nodded again. "Good boy, now... It's time to decide... Will you take my week of wonders? Say 'I do.' If so... You may speak now."

You have been given an opportunity of a lifetime. Will you accept the God of fertility's Week of Wonders?