Licked
The Media Girl has an odd way of starting a conversation.
"Do you watch porn?" she asked.
This wasn't addressed to me, but to Mr Smith, so I naturally became rather interested in where she planned on going with this tête-à-tête, and whether to make a witty contribution of a stiletto heel through her foot.
Fortunately for her foot, it wasn't an invitation, but the start of an anecdote about certain predilections she shared with her flat-mates.
"I like being licked from behind," she concluded, cheerfully.
"How lovely," I murmured, "a truly delightful story. Quite heart-warming. Perhaps you ought to put it on your profile page."
She rolled her eyes. Instead of her foot, I imagined a Miu Miu spike through her bloated head, and her whizzing around the room like a deflating balloon. It was a satisfying thought.
I mean, really. What is wrong with the old standards of conversation-starters, like the weather? Dull, perhaps, but at least talking about the rain never made one lose one's appetite.
Sharing what one likes having done to one's nether-regions, should wait until you have known someone a little longer. Like an hour, at least.
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Is it wrong to find myself wishing I'd been there?
Was she a stunner???
My answer to Mark is no - but then, many might beg to differ, but there is no accounting for the common taste. I mean, look how popular John Campbell is.
Quite right. There is no accounting for taste, period. Just for curiosity, Which John Campbell?
This one, Mark. Ugh.
Gosh. I made a proper link in a comment. How clever I am.
Okay. Three seconds of JC video:
Piggy nose, beady eyes, twisted smirk and sounds like a shit salesman with a mouth full of samples.
Point well taken, Mrs. Smith.
;o)>
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