I had a few months
in the 1980's where I was a toy-boy. She was 33, divorced & rich - I was 23, a student & skint. It was brilliant. She bought me clothes, records, drinks, drugs, dinner in restaurants, etc. All I had to do was shag her. And I did. Lots. (NB: The financial incentive was just a boon - she was gorgeous & I fancied her no end.)

My finest moment was her Chiropractor banning me for 2 months because I'd dislocated her pelvis during a fairly typically vigorous session. I was good in them days...

Then on my 24th Birthday she gave me a blowjob to remember - fantastic, if a bit violent. She bit a great lump out of my foreskin. It bled. It hurt. Then two days later it came up in a nasty rash. I slunked off to the clap clinic where I was diagnosed as having Herpes. She had a cold sore when she was gobbling me & it had infected the wound.

I'll never forget you, Jumpin' Jenny! Nor can I. You gave me the ultimate gift that just keeps on giving... for my Birthday...

Chizz!
( Dunks, Mon 18 Jun 2007, 13:13, Reply)