On the train!
When I was at college I spent a lot of time on the train.

It was a shit journey which saw me listening to my Walkman (remember those?) or hurriedly completing coursework on the day it was due.

The climate meant most females showed as much flesh as linda mcartney's fridge.

One day a young lady sat down in front of me. Slight of build and flame of hair she looked like Shirley Manson's younger hotter sister (I know the attractiveness of a ginger like Manson will polarise opinions.)

Given the lack of any "stimulus" apart from her face I didn't really pay much attention.

Then I smelled an unmistakeable aroma. 

I looked up and sure enough! The dirty bitch had cracked open a packet of monster munch.

I had hit the bottle a bit hard the night before and was feeling a bit ropey. The stench of chemical sprayed starch snacks with a helping of acidy vinegar nearly made me lose it all over her. No double entendre intended. I nearly yahrged.

So, I didn't really appreciate her presence at this point but luckily she soon polished them off and crumpled the packet.

Then it happened. 

One. By. One. She slowly and delicately sucked and licked her fingers clean. A bit of eye contact thrown in and I went from dodgy guts to raging, angry erection in about 3 seconds.

Then she brought out a chunky kit kat and didn't so much eat it as much as she felated the ever loving shit out of it.

The Bank of Onan was treated to a considerable deposit that day.

Not quite the "and then i took a wrong turn and ended up on the set of Shaving Private Ryan" type stories expected this week.
(OTT, Thu 23 Aug 2012, 21:56, 2 replies)

It's not so much the fact that Manson's ginger, I've seen some very attractive redheads.
It's that she's got a face like a smacked arse.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 23 Aug 2012, 22:08, closed)

I know
Its a case of "brain says no, nuts say go"
(OTT, Thu 23 Aug 2012, 22:16, closed)