Tucker Wilde

The legend goes that it all began the first time this white trash cub shot his load into a man's hole. He didn't know what it was called then, but he was addicted. A cumpig. Born in the south, seeded and bred at a Mississippi rest area by a variety of men he called daddy. None of them were. "That cornfed motherfucker at the truck stop at I-59 N." Truckers far and wide whispered his name into their CB Radios and wrote it on bathroom walls.

Tucker Wilde

An enigma. Wild like his name while still being firm and gentle. Tucker can be anything or anyone. He'll look into your eyes, kiss you deeply and make your head spin. He can choke you, spit in your mouth and make you his slut. A lover from your past. A one-night stand.

I know what you're thinking. This must be a tall tale. A fable. But Tucker's talent lies in his empathy. He uses it to connect with people. He figures out what makes them tick and what they need. Whether that be to talk, to be made to feel special, to be held, or to be fucked until your legs are shaking and his DNA is inside you. Whatever it is, he will find it and he will do it.

Those truckers aren't sounding less and less crazy, aren't they?