Last night. Sheffield. A right good seeing to. An eyeful and an earful. Aural so to speak. I'm talking of the Devonshire Crew, Muse, of course; and they were brilliant. What they lack in personality (Guy Garvey should offer lessons), they more than make up for with bloody loud spectacle.
The day before I made the reacquaintance of an old friend. She'd been gone for a few months. But she was back with a bang (and a blow job to boot). Couldn't keep our hands off each other. And everything else. Bathroom floors, living room doorways, wetness and hardness combined. And loads of laughter too. Fucking perfect....
And there may be the (never thought it possible) return of another who figured so much back in the early days of blog...but I'll be more circumspect this time with my writing if I'm not to bugger it up once again.
yes, that is what I mean. Silly me.
hey, sounds good. I am envious. I definately need Sex at the moment, and there is just none on the horizon. I would even pay for it if I could find some nice male who is not there for the gay punters.
I know who you mean from the very early days of blog, I really hope it for you.
love
SH