Beautiful but BonkersI used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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ImpersonationOur lady had a political streak. Despite the (then) honourable member for Hartlepool, Peter Mandelson, being as gay as a left-hand thread, she thought that she could convert him to appreciate teh puss. Not that she'd actually try, it was just a fantasy of sorts, which I'd tease her with quite regularly. Except that teasing her wasn't enough... I found that I had an uncanny knack for impersonating his slightly wierd voice, and without any warning, talked dirty in Mandelsonese while we were engaged in naughties one fine evening. She speared herself on my knob, gripped me like an enormous spider and didn't stop until my poor podger felt a freshly butchered pork-rib. It wasn't right for days. i do wonder who was the scariest wierdo, her for having odd labour-party fantasies or me for egging her on. Since it's me telling the story, though, it has to be her fault.
No apologies for length, it was specified by the previous administration, ha ha.
(, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 21:45, Reply)
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