I wrote that cos some of you have been doing the 2 out of 3 truths thing and I thought such a title would catch attention...I am such an attention-seeker (Statement 1). 

My Friday afternoon was spent between the thighs of an angel (Statement 2).  Said Angel is the spit of my first love, which mean I finally get to fuck Claire...it's only taken me 29 years!  Said Angel also shares her name with a high street fashion emporium (Statement 3).

So you tell me...which one's the lie?

Angel is very pretty, a perfect doll, a fake blond, but dumb nonetheless. The blonde is not all she fakes, but she is as sweet as candy.  It's a dick thing.  On sight I'm aroused. Once kissed I'm enthralled.  And when I went down it was all I could do to not cum first.  She can give, but boy can she receive!  There was no meeting of minds but the clash and friction of bodies created such shock and awe, I could forgive the charming nonsenses that slipped from her mouth.  It won't last but it did for a Friday afternoon.

I still need a regular lover, a fuck buddy, someone I look forward both to getting naked with and the moments after.  Brains and beauty, needing but not needy, wanting but not wanting, to be taken but not kept.  

Send your CV if you want to be considered.