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one night stand to beat the band
It was the 80s, when the most you had to fear was herpes. I used to dress like some kind of whiteboy pimp, a long coat and long hair.
It was a party organised by the hippest and most f.a.b. youth radio station in town. She was very pretty, fine body, nice face, blonde hair ... buxom ... yes, buxom.
Later on when the lights turned out she consented to come home with me (SCORE!!!!) until I mentioned that I lived about 45 minutes away ... by train ... with my parents.
"Screw that!" said my new and inventive very best friend, and spotted this tinyurl.com/dykph7 bandstand in a park, to which we hastily decamped.
So we rooted, sweatily and repeatedly (I was just a suburban boy, and it was a long time between drinks) and languidly, stretched out on my long coat for what seemed like hours.
At some point a pair of males, gayers I guess, poked their faces over the parapet of our castle, she was fierce in defence of our trysting spot, a real lioness as she roared at them to fuck off (or words to that effect.)
I dropped her at her house, using my last few dollars for a cab, and practically floated to the train station to head home in the early morning. She'd apologised for playing so 'hard to get' at the dance, explaining that 'she didn't realise I really cared so much.' Apparently I'd done OK by her.
And then I saw the moment of my greatness slip as I waited that morning for my train. Another, younger, woman approached me. Explaining that her friend was down from the country, needed a good seeing-to, she asked would I kindly oblige?
There it was - the holy grail ... a threesome (because I'm sure I could have persuaded the city girl to join in,) fallen into my lap, and I couldn't rise to it!
I'd shagged myself into hollow concavity with the lioness lady, and in my insecurity I let slip away the ultimate fantasy.
Well, it's one for the wank-bank, and it's also a great story for potential new booty, if I can somehow wangle it into the conversation (under the topic of 'greatest disappointment in life.')
(BTW: blondie, if you're reading this, get in touch!)
(Fri 24th Apr 2009, 14:57, More)
one night stand to beat the band
It was the 80s, when the most you had to fear was herpes. I used to dress like some kind of whiteboy pimp, a long coat and long hair.
It was a party organised by the hippest and most f.a.b. youth radio station in town. She was very pretty, fine body, nice face, blonde hair ... buxom ... yes, buxom.
Later on when the lights turned out she consented to come home with me (SCORE!!!!) until I mentioned that I lived about 45 minutes away ... by train ... with my parents.
"Screw that!" said my new and inventive very best friend, and spotted this tinyurl.com/dykph7 bandstand in a park, to which we hastily decamped.
So we rooted, sweatily and repeatedly (I was just a suburban boy, and it was a long time between drinks) and languidly, stretched out on my long coat for what seemed like hours.
At some point a pair of males, gayers I guess, poked their faces over the parapet of our castle, she was fierce in defence of our trysting spot, a real lioness as she roared at them to fuck off (or words to that effect.)
I dropped her at her house, using my last few dollars for a cab, and practically floated to the train station to head home in the early morning. She'd apologised for playing so 'hard to get' at the dance, explaining that 'she didn't realise I really cared so much.' Apparently I'd done OK by her.
And then I saw the moment of my greatness slip as I waited that morning for my train. Another, younger, woman approached me. Explaining that her friend was down from the country, needed a good seeing-to, she asked would I kindly oblige?
There it was - the holy grail ... a threesome (because I'm sure I could have persuaded the city girl to join in,) fallen into my lap, and I couldn't rise to it!
I'd shagged myself into hollow concavity with the lioness lady, and in my insecurity I let slip away the ultimate fantasy.
Well, it's one for the wank-bank, and it's also a great story for potential new booty, if I can somehow wangle it into the conversation (under the topic of 'greatest disappointment in life.')
(BTW: blondie, if you're reading this, get in touch!)
(Fri 24th Apr 2009, 14:57, More)