Another one...
A few years back I played guitar in a folk duo with a lass who sang called Julie. We were kind of a poor man's Richard & Linda Thompson. Which was lucky because Julie would only sing songs by R< and Sandy Denny/Fairport Convention, which cut the reportoire down a bit. Now, Julie was fit as a butcher's dog. Of a certain age, blonde hair, a bit like Dolly Parton's rougher sister. Would I do her if I had the chance? Oh yeah, still would.
Julie had a bloke, a big butch biker bloke called Mark. So, one fine day I'm up her house, we've rehearsed for a while, sunk a few beers, and all three of us are couddled up on the couch. Mark's playing with her snatch, I'm fondling her tits and thinking yay, threesome ahoy. Which is when Julie announces she doesn't feel like it. I was somewhat disappointed but hey, what can you say? Which is the moment that Mark says "Oh, if Julie doesn't fancy it why don't you shag me?" To cut a long story short he liked a rough anal shag (which I didn't provide, I must say). Basically, Julie used to rag his arse raw on a regular basis and he didn't like her to stop until he screaming in pain with blood pissing out of his arse. And now he felt like having something warm go up there. It's such an erotic image isn't it? I made my excuses and left and the folk duo split up a couple of days later. (I'd also found out Julie had been working on her back, the reviews are still on Punternet if you know the right name to search for. Hint: dead folk singer.)
(hypostomus, Thu 21 Jun 2007, 19:03, Reply)