True love
My lengthy journey to school on the bus meant I got to listen to plenty of gossip from the girls on board. One girl who shared my bus stop was fairly well-endowed up top and made no secret of her active sex life. I was a horny 13-year old myself but utterly terrified of girls, so I learned to zone out the background noise in order to eavesdrop on her mesmerizing, dependably filthy conversations.

One cold morning, wrapped in our winter uniforms, we boarded the bus as usual. She began her usual recitation of the previous night and her friends listened intently. I overheard her mentioning "true love" for her latest conquest. Stroking her school scarf, she warbled "He really loves me you know, this morning he told me he wanted me to have his smell around me all day..."

I assumed he'd bought her some perfume. The statement was clarified a moment later.

She removed the garment to reveal a still-fresh, glistening trail of cockslime which was liberally coating the inside of the scarf, much of it clinging determinedly to her neck. Her friends cooed in synchronised teenage admiration.

Charming girl really.
( chart cat has an itch, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 8:18, 2 replies)

*click*
Ahh, how romantic...
( SpankyHanky, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 9:08, closed)

*clicks*
*decides to have a wank into my wife's coat pocket first thing in the morning as a little token of my affection for her*
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Wed 4 Feb 2009, 11:43, closed)