I am interrupting my narration for two appendices. Three days after feeling the dreadful pleasure and the day after a partie de plaisir with a fuck buddy, I went to a club. I was completely drunk and I hit on a few guys. At the end of the night, I saw this big Australian guy again, and I didn't waste too much time with words, I grabbed him by the collar and I kissed him. We went to my place. I was proud :)
We arrived home very tired. We started getting a bit of action and then we fell asleep. The morning after, we got into it for real. It was nice. But not explosive. In a crucial moment, I got sleepy and I imagined myself with the object of my obsession. Suddenly, it was better! And then I woke up.
We hung around Camden Market because he had never visited it. He was, really, very handsome, without a doubt one of the most handsome men I will have had sex with. But when we had to get into a conversation or exchange opinions... Oh la la... I was struggling! HE wanted to go back home. Okay. But we had nothing to do or say. As a result, we watched FOUR EPISODES OF QUEER AS FOLK. FOUR! And then we went back into the action and then he simply went home.
Like what, beauty really isn't a determining factor for me.
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me faire plaquer contre un mur et embrassé!
bon pas par un vieux pervers moche non plus!
Il est parfois préférable de juste baiser et ne pas discuter.
@JU C'est une excellente conclusion. Y a pas à dire, la discussion, parfois, ça tue l'amour.
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