Dear Mr Mental
Thank you for attempting to befriend me upon the DLR. I obviously have that 'new to London' look about me (no free paper to create personal space from the shoulders up while accidentally frotting someones laptop bag).

I didn't actually mean to make eye contact it just happened. Mainly because you were rubbing your ass all over the nylon seat to create friction and quell some sort of sphincter related irritation.

Thank you also, to the man sitting next to me who (from behind his metro) shook with mirth.

Lastly, the eyelash batting - endearing. Nearly as endearing as your obvious.....excitement.

Next time, I'll bring the ointment, you bring the ass.

Lots of Love,

GOTW.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 15:10, 3 replies)

accidentally frotting someones laptop bag
gets you my click. The DLR in the morning... its a fucker, it really is.
( SpankyHanky, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 15:15, closed)

What i really hate
Is sitting on that gang of four seats that face into the aisle. Ooh crotch level my favourite! Ever eaten a fart for breakfast?
(GirlOfTheWorld, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 15:19, closed)

The fucker for me is the Victoria Line
It goes so damn fast and vibrates so damn much that if I happen to be jammed right up against the doors or one of those poles, it starts vibrating through my cock and balls.

By the time I get from Euston down to Green Park I feel lucky if I haven't spluffed in my pants and made an embarrasing stain on my suit trousers.

And let's not even mention the colateral damage involved for those nearby...
( SpankyHanky, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 15:23, closed)