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» Beautiful but Bonkers
Twas like an angry spider convention
I lived in southern Spain for a few years, and knew a girl from England from her frequent holidays. One year she came over with her very lovely friend who I took quite a shining to.
There was an undeniable connection between the two of us, and after a few days and a few glasses of wine one thing led to another.
So there I am focking tearing the clothes off her, about to be up to the cannon wheels in this northern beauty. I decide to go down on her for a little bit, to up the sexual ante.
So I pull her knickers off, and what am I presented with? Only the fockin' hairiest box I'd ever seen. Probably unshaven since it's inception, it had even encrouched on her thighs. Finding it difficult to not get sick I stood up and said to her.
"Looks like I'll have to set up camp and find the clitorus in the morning, love." and walked out.
Two days later our mutual friend bumps into me in a local bar. She says "X has shaved, and she wants to bring you out to dinner."
Eh?
(Mon 20th Nov 2006, 12:58, More)
Twas like an angry spider convention
I lived in southern Spain for a few years, and knew a girl from England from her frequent holidays. One year she came over with her very lovely friend who I took quite a shining to.
There was an undeniable connection between the two of us, and after a few days and a few glasses of wine one thing led to another.
So there I am focking tearing the clothes off her, about to be up to the cannon wheels in this northern beauty. I decide to go down on her for a little bit, to up the sexual ante.
So I pull her knickers off, and what am I presented with? Only the fockin' hairiest box I'd ever seen. Probably unshaven since it's inception, it had even encrouched on her thighs. Finding it difficult to not get sick I stood up and said to her.
"Looks like I'll have to set up camp and find the clitorus in the morning, love." and walked out.
Two days later our mutual friend bumps into me in a local bar. She says "X has shaved, and she wants to bring you out to dinner."
Eh?
(Mon 20th Nov 2006, 12:58, More)