Love Has no Boundaries

Moon Zuppa intercepted a touching letter from an anonymous person telling us about someone she cares for immensely. We found it to be so pure in its humanity we decided to publish.

Dear Casey,

I used to go to many orgies in my younger years. In fact, my appetite for swingers' parties and public orgies was unsatiable. Many times I would wake up in the middle of the night craving to have several men and women clamoring about touching me in forbidden places. One day, at the St. Patty's Fuck Parade, a man came up to me and began to tickle me. No questions asked. I was thinking to myself that this was going to be my last orgy until he showed up. With his thinnish blonde hair and capable hands we made exciting and unbrideled love before tens of people. It was one of those encounters that made you wish you had a video camera and not just the one the house offers. In our moment of ecstasy he began to kiss me. An unusual practice. I was smitten. I had never been kissed like that before. Even as other men cut in I yearned for him. I could not wait his turn. When he returned that inexplicable feeling of love captivated my heart. He did not have a name tag - we were naked - but I think his name was Sergio or Singio. Whatever it was, his magic tongue - that touched my upper and lower lips if you get my drift Shaggy- have never been forgotten. I have gone to many decadent sexual parties since that wonderful autumn night - the Tribute to Heliogablus in Pennsylvania was insane in the number who participated - but I have yet to see him. My heart sinks each time as I wonder if I will ever see his ruby burgundy lips - and spotted penis - again. Anyway, could you please play 'I'm Never Going to Kiss a Man Like that in Public Again' for my long-distance dedication Casey?

Thanks, Anonymous Skank