You know it right? Those moments where you groan, not moan, you groan and wish he’d come already so you can ask him to leave.
Ever have those moments? I had one not long ago and it turned me off sex for a whole week. Then I had to organise to fuck a few men in rapid succession to make sure I erased that horrible horrible night from my memory. But every so often, it comes back. Like heartburn.
And thanks to the two lovely lasses over at Turning Lamebos into Rainbows who started this whole ball rolling and a certain someone’s been riding my boobs about my post, so here you go Goaty, this one’s for you.
It was a dark and dreary night…
Oh who the hell am I kidding? It was about 4.30 in the afternoon and I was rabidly horny and just got home. So I called out to my housemate to see if she had plans that night. She said no. I said I was thinking about bringing over some guy from an adult fucking site to do me and she said she’d join me. So we searched and this one guy reached out to me. He seemed nice enough. He said he was kinky. At this point I didn’t really care how high his IQ, I was wondering how high his penis would get. So I said sure, come over. I’ll meet you down the street at 6 pm. Yes I work fast.