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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Young lustI must have a stalker instinct. I had mad crushes on a series of boys in my younger days and would follow them about whenever possible. I'd learn their football practice schedules and coincidentally run into them, or I'd work out the best way to come from my class so I'd meet them coming from theirs. But I think the best must have been when I eavesdropped around enough until I heard one boy telling his friend where he lived. I memorised the address, then looked it up on a map and saw that it was about twenty minutes' walk from my house. Every day after school I'd walk there and walk up and down his street, waiting to see if he'd come out. If he ever did, of course, I'd hide round the corner. One wonders what was the point of the exercise.
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