The comms.
Excellent, telling-bone is a vast improvement over carrier pigeon.
The girl.
Looks like the profile, is the girl on the profile, is as described by umpteen people. Face: 4 aubergines out of 5. Body: 9 peaches out of 10.
Stating the obvious? Needlessly repetetive?Yes, but not to P. Brain.
The venue.
Flat in Eastleigh. Not vertical, bumpy or round. Easy to find unless you reverse all instructions from sat nav. Safe. Unless you hit your P head on the wall.
The meet.
Hayley opened the door and I fell in love. She looked in my eyes and swooned at my beauty. Slapped her conscious and stuffed my cock between her moist lips. She adored my bell end tearing her tonsils.
Total filth and those eyes don't lie! Or maybe they do and I'm a deluded simpleton?
Her glistening pussy lips were to my tongue like a venus fly trap to a bluebottle. I want to squirt, she said. But I wrested the water pistol from her hand.
Introduced my throbbing truncheon to her vag. She came immediately, I can always tell. Every time I thrusted in, she came. Gave up counting after 165.
We collapsed into each others arms, no choice no other arms available.
We talked for hours about football and quantum mechanics. You're the best I've ever had, she admitted.
Surely not!
Oh you don't know the half, says the exhausted one.
There's one called "Sends you hell encunt er" - tiny dick, too small to get a condom on. I flicked it with my nail and he dribbled a spec on my carpet. Ran out mutttering 'must go home and wank'.
There's an old guy, calls his dick 'my red cab wot will drive you to heaven'. Tossed him out.
A randy Doc. Comes to see me on holiday. He's injected more women since he left the NHS than when he was practising.
Phoenix, rises again and again and again. A real gentleman.
James 99. Called that because he's a flake.
Enough, I cry. I must go and review you so I can save mankind. There are people hanging on my every word.
(The characters in the above story are fictional, any relation to real people is unintentional and coincidental)
