Night/Cooling/Aircon/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the NorthMy lust for Gale came as fast as it left. We met at a party last Christmas.
We danced, had a few whiskeys and we started groping. The host, my best friend, was out to screw me. He didn’t come to my rescue. He left me in the lurch, fed me to the wolves, and hung me by the balls.
In my drunken stupor, I remembered Gale to be a slim and leggy woman, with a pair of knockers like watermelons.
When I woke up, Gale cinderella-ed into a fat and ugly leprechaun, and that was by any man’s reasonable standard.
On that day, I swore on my best friend’s life never to drink before I fuck.
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