When I left Mum and Dad’s to come home I had two new numbers in my phone.
Much to my parent’s disappointment I doubt that I’ll have
much to do with Simon in future (that poster on the wall tells me more than enough about
our compatibility and although I thoroughly enjoyed him buggering me, his
sexual skills don’t compare to either Ted’s or Paul’s).
Chloe is an altogether different prospect. On the train
home my mind wandered off into such compelling fantasies involving her and the Irishman or the girls in
Brighton and the spectacularly well-endowed Argentinian that I had to disappear
into the toilets and play with my cunt.
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