I was in the supermarket today and there were a couple of chav woman happy as prozac and the thought came to me that sometimes you can almost smell fanny. You know, that nice fresh frequently shagged aroma that seems to stick to the skin. Their blokes were equally rough and ready though pleasant enough in a sort of wipe-my-arse-on-the-Sun way. The 'posher' birds wandering around with earbuds as they briskly check the calories on some disgusting wholefood junk just don't have it. They probably scrub nicely powdered cunts with palmolive after their monthly wank. But the chav birds are so earthy. I could imagine her knickers barely adjusted as they pulled some clothes on to nip down the late opening hours for some bevvy and some sandwich filler to have before more sex.
For a partner, I like an intelligent woman. But for a shag, all that's necessary is a nice fanny that's ready in record time, a willingness to jump behind a hedge should the urge take me, and nothing in the brain to detract from mare-in-heat mode.
How rough and ready do you like your bit of rough?
