Thursday 18 October 2012

Text messages and white wine



As Paul met Alice at the barbeque, it’s not beyond the realms of possibility that he thinks that she’s fucking gorgeous.

His behaviour when he was fucking me on his desk on Tuesday evening also suggests that he wants to fuck her.

I’ve just taken a huge gamble by sending her a text message suggesting that she do just that.

I have obviously had too much to drink.

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