I never cease to me amazed at some of the manic stuff that rattles around in some heads.
Last year I had an amazingly filthy session with VioletStorm in Newquay.
External Link/Members OnlyIt took me all day to get there and back, and I thought it time and money well spent on a very sexy person. Then I wrote an epic account of a brilliant meeting.
She then complained bitterly to me about it, though she had been friendly and fascinating. I wondered what I'd done to piss on her chips. It seems I'd rung her after leaving - maybe to ask a question, who knows?
But she thought this was an attempt to get off by having a chat with her. She had a right go at me; it was seen as an act of treason. God knows after a spectacular hour with her my interest in more sexual stimulation was about three hundred miles south of zero.
Yet weirdly she seemed entirely sane and ever since, till just now, she'd had my rave field review up on her site.
Really odd, though she did seem to like her ganja.
