I live in the country, an hour or more from the nearest city.
I have a very poor mobile signal - text possible occasionally but no conversation. It can take days to set up a punt (I am fussy with whom) and I have to drive for miles.
I'be been messed around twice in the last few days. The last one, I drove an hour and a half, only to be let down. I had taken a Cialis for added enjoyment. I like Cialis but the effects last for ages. So I am sat at home, with the slightest horny thought creating an insistent and powerful pushing against my zip.
I'm hoping that Little Caprice will get a puncture in the lane and come to the door - willing to trade an hour or so her time in return for a lift to the garage. I hope she won't mind the dog.
I know that around the country, in a massive swell of economic activity, crisp notes are changing hands. Mouths and pussies are being entered, orgasms given and received. From gentle handjobs to rough doggy, girls are at work. Billions of microscopic tadpoles are exploding forth, into vaginas and throats, splashed on faces and tits and bums. Cocks are throbbing, fannies swelling open and glistening with juices.
Oh to be in London, where the opportunities are phone call and a tube ride away.
You guys don't know how lucky you are.
Enough of the fantasy and back to some serious searching.....