Tuesday, July 15, 2008

What is LOVE? Helena

Night/Humid/Fan/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North


If only Helena had tasted like the Helena pizza at the Spizza, I would have loved her to bits.

But she wasn’t. She tasted as bland as plain bread dipped in tap water. She studied engineering, loves weaving, and walking her ugly shitzu.

I was determined to turn her into the dark side, but she was resistant, citing her strict upbringing as an excuse.

It took me two weeks to hit first base, one month for the second and never the third. I finally dropped the virgin like a sack of Burbank potatoes.


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What is LOVE? Gale

Night/Cooling/Aircon/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North


My 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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What is LOVE? Felicia

Night/Cooling/Aircon/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North


That name used to turn me on. I thought it meant ORAL SEX until she straightened me out.

I was a pervert she said. It was her fucking fault I said, for having such a suggestive name.

She said it was her mom’s fault.

Anyway, she lived up to her name. She gave the best blowjob. I always came by the fifth blow, inside her mouth, on her small tits, but sometimes on her eyes, by accident.

It was simply awesome.

But I don’t think she had similar reciprocal feelings. I went down on her once, and that was the last.

Her cunt smelt of a rotten rat in the gutter.


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