Beautiful but Bonkers
I used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
I used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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I'm sure I've posted this here before...
...but I should have known better than to start a doomed office romance with Barking Mad Sharon. Cracking norks, and the hairest minge I have ever seen, ever. She was what you might call sexually adventurous, and mixed with her demanding nature, this was not a good combination.
So, after a couple of exhausting weeks, and a realising that I was failing to come up to her demanding standards, I was somewhat relieved when she went off in search of new victims.
The final straw being - on a night down the pub with mates - her shouted request of "Well - are you going to piss on my tits or not?"
Yes. I said 'Yes'.
The full sordid tale here.
( , Sun 19 Nov 2006, 15:20, Reply)
...but I should have known better than to start a doomed office romance with Barking Mad Sharon. Cracking norks, and the hairest minge I have ever seen, ever. She was what you might call sexually adventurous, and mixed with her demanding nature, this was not a good combination.
So, after a couple of exhausting weeks, and a realising that I was failing to come up to her demanding standards, I was somewhat relieved when she went off in search of new victims.
The final straw being - on a night down the pub with mates - her shouted request of "Well - are you going to piss on my tits or not?"
Yes. I said 'Yes'.
The full sordid tale here.
( , Sun 19 Nov 2006, 15:20, Reply)
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