A tale of aged romance
There i was, knocking back pints in the lovely city of Berlin at the tender age of 17.

I go over to join a group of stunning Danish women that we had been talking to the night before, when one of them asks me where i went after we had kissed the night before! "You must be pulling my leg", "If i had kissed you, i would remember it".

Quickly things take off and before i know it we are rolling around in bed. Sadly we part ways and i continue exploring europe.

By the time our group reaches Barcelona i'm sick, i need to see her again. I pack my bags and head straight for the train station, first train to madrid - then the first flight to copenhagen.

I spend a fantastic few days with my beautiful 28 year old Dane.

And before i know it, i find myself back in her apartment more than a year an a half after that fateful day in berlin :)

First time post, Long time Lurker
Apologies for length -insert penis joke-
(Souperman, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 0:35, Reply)