Flirting
Do you flirt with check-out girls just for the heck of it? Are you a check-out girl and flirt with sad-looking middle-aged men for fun? Are you Vernon Kay? Tell us about flirting triumphs and disasters
Thanks to Che Grimsdale for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 13:00)
Do you flirt with check-out girls just for the heck of it? Are you a check-out girl and flirt with sad-looking middle-aged men for fun? Are you Vernon Kay? Tell us about flirting triumphs and disasters
Thanks to Che Grimsdale for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 13:00)
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How sodding obvious does a girl have to be?
Back in my younger days I lived on a remote island in the back of beyond. We rarely got any visitors and as I was a young single and highly sexed girl of reasonably attractiveness I would openly flirt with any newcomer to the island when I got a chance (Believe me only a handful of the locals were decent looking but I had a bit of a reputation thanks to the fact that I had slept with a few people already).
One day we were visited a pretty nice bloke called N a guy who was already in a relationship with his girl back home but I thought he might like a bit of a fling while he was away from home. After a few awkward chats I did the usual things to show that I was interested and I was sure he wanted me but he then said something about God and also let it slip that he was still a virgin too.
After hearing this I thought that N was saying, I’m a Christian and saving myself for the bog off wench so cut my losses and buggered off with one of the locals instead.
The morning after I realised that I may have read it wrong and N may have been saying that he was shy and was unsure that I really fancied him. I then decided to give it one more chance and that night I went into his bedroom naked. Turns out that I was right in the first instance and he wanted me to leave him alone.
I know that getting knocked back by a bloke when you are stood there naked would be a bit embarrassing to some people but I left the room feeling pretty pleased with myself as I knew he would be burning in a wicker statue in a few days time.
Yes I know I’m a slut.
( , Tue 23 Feb 2010, 15:03, 2 replies)
Back in my younger days I lived on a remote island in the back of beyond. We rarely got any visitors and as I was a young single and highly sexed girl of reasonably attractiveness I would openly flirt with any newcomer to the island when I got a chance (Believe me only a handful of the locals were decent looking but I had a bit of a reputation thanks to the fact that I had slept with a few people already).
One day we were visited a pretty nice bloke called N a guy who was already in a relationship with his girl back home but I thought he might like a bit of a fling while he was away from home. After a few awkward chats I did the usual things to show that I was interested and I was sure he wanted me but he then said something about God and also let it slip that he was still a virgin too.
After hearing this I thought that N was saying, I’m a Christian and saving myself for the bog off wench so cut my losses and buggered off with one of the locals instead.
The morning after I realised that I may have read it wrong and N may have been saying that he was shy and was unsure that I really fancied him. I then decided to give it one more chance and that night I went into his bedroom naked. Turns out that I was right in the first instance and he wanted me to leave him alone.
I know that getting knocked back by a bloke when you are stood there naked would be a bit embarrassing to some people but I left the room feeling pretty pleased with myself as I knew he would be burning in a wicker statue in a few days time.
Yes I know I’m a slut.
( , Tue 23 Feb 2010, 15:03, 2 replies)
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