lesbians and sex (not here though)
I have MANY of these, this is the most printable one. I have erased a LOT of this story, to protect the innocent (ie me). Sorry.

Once upon a time, I started seeing some bloke. Sparks flew at our first meeting, and our first proper date went without a hitch. I have to say, in hindsight, I did not realise my top was see-through, as it has been pointed out since, so this may have had a great deal to do with it.

We go back to his, and quite bizarrely end up having a whale of a time over an Oliver Reed documentary, which then, as programming gets later, turns into a Hammer lesbo-exploit movie. More laughs, then a slightly wierd roll in the hay (he wouldn't undress in front of me, and that's just for starters). All in all, good night spent.

All good you may say. But no.

What, in all that, is bad? From his angle, he's pulled a cute girl with a fantastic body (it was then) who likes his local, thinks Oliver Reed is fantastic, laughs at lesbian horror movies, and is up for it.

And he never calls me again.
Answers on the back of a postcard please.*

(and people say the female psyche is incomprehensible)
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 15:20, Reply)