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I see Wendy's knickers
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Five hours. Who do they think they are? What a bunch of narcissists.
As inevitably as the sunrise. She loves torturing you. Bet on it.
Five bottles is an amazing feat of debauchery. At least you’re HAVING sex. Is it still satisfying? Or is it more like scratching an itch at this point?
I really don’t think Wendy deliberately tortures me. She hasn’t got a bad intent in her body, least of all to make someone she likes (but doesn’t love nor fancy) feel bad. It’s just the way it is. It’s just that occasionally, for me, it makes me feel sorrowful.
Sex with Trina makes me feel bad. I always feel regretful afterwards. And whilst sex isn’t a technical issue, to be honest, it’s pretty vanilla. Frances was a fucking nutter, but Jeez, she was good at it, so we tacitly recognised that. Trina accepts average sex because she doesn’t know anything better and invests a lot in what she calls the relationship that she imagines it represents.
Opera is my very definition of hell… Have tried to appreciate it, but even being drunk doesn’t help.
Trina is jus now becoming “a bit fed up with it all"? She has quite a high threshold…
She’ll never get fed up of it. She’s needy – maternal and paternal neglect being writ in later life.
As to the sex, I’m only her second sexual partner and she thinks I’m great. I would show her some new tricks but that’s not really worked in the past. She giggles with a mixture of embarrassment and residual Methodism.
“Getting out of bothersome obligations is a rarely announced benefit of parenthood.” Spot on my friend, spot on.
“wrong wrong wrong, but not wrong enough to stop me” i should have that tattooed on my forearm to remind me to stop, of course i wouldn’t stop but at least i could claim i tried or thought about trying, and i do love women like Frances, the nutter’s are like great drugs, seems no matter how much you get you always want more even when you know it’s a bad idea… and even as i approach the ripe old age of 46 i find i’m still functioning like a 16yr old, most of my suburban thoughts center around all the dirty and kinky things i’d like to do to some of these suburban milfs… long live us low-lives for we shall inherit the Earth… or something like that…
So am I kono. I’m 52 and I think about sex all the time and fancy women more than I did when I was 16. I love flirting and letting women round my age know they’re attractive and that I see them in a sexual light.
Frances was incredible. I had a night of absolutely rubbish sex with her when I was 18. Then I didn’t see her for another 35 years, before I bumped into her one day in town and took a bottle of wine round a couple of days later. Soon we were having some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I was 50, she was 60. She had the body of a 25-y-o and just was so good at it. She was into the reverse cowgirl and all sorts of other things. We watched porn together. I couldn’t get enough of her. I liked fucking her from behind in the kitchen when she was wearing this lovely green dress she had. Once, she said “Next time, why don’t you just walk in and take me upstairs straight away?” What a fucking invite, literally.
She was a mental case though, like many girls who are good at sex are. Very jealous and almost determined to sabotage happiness sometimes. Didn’t last more than a few months but she lives five minutes’ walk away and I would absolutely pounce on that girl if I had my way.
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