Tough decision.
Do I spend the night fucking the brains out of a very goodlooking woman or spend fourteen hours trying to get my dick up while keeping my dinner down with a small black bloke with big ears?
It was close right up to the finishing tape but Palin won by a leg and a breast.
To be honest I’d shag her any day of the week for her inevitable look of total gratitude alone.
The one thing that worries me,apart from the possibility of her huband coming round with a hunting rifle,(Which I can totally assure you totally destroys the moment and I’m not speaking from guesswork here)is that while we’re going at it like an artificial rabbit in a Greyhound stadium her vocalisation could be a little off putting.
I like to make lovemaking a sharing experience so to make my partner realise that she is a real person and not just a convenience I talk to her as we express our love physically,you know the usual stuff…
"You love it bitch,you just cant get enough of it you cheap little slut,do you like being Daddys whore"etc.etc.
I’m sorry but you’ll just have to excuse me for a few minutes while I er…have to go and and see if I’ve left the stove on…
Phew thats better!
Right I’m back .now where was I ?
Ah yes.
Yes the point that I’m trying to make is that while I’m giving her what is probably the first orgasm in her life(And for that matter being the only bloke that she s ever met that find her clitoris without having to refer to an A toZ streetmap but I digress)
is that she will be rambling on and on with a lot of meaningless verbiage because she doesn’t know the answer to my question.
Which lets face it can be distracting sometimes.
So giving it all due consideration it would have to be a Bondage gig so that way I could gag her without destroying the romance of the occassion,either that or I could kill two birds with one stone by employing an alternative sexual practice that would be very enjoyable for me,gag her at the same time and leave both my hands free just in case I want to change channels or drink my tea.
The drawbacks with this are that it could give her sore knees and it wouldn’t give her an orgasm.
But fuck her its my pleasure that counts.
My old mum always used to say that “as long as you’re around son nobody will ever be able to say that romance is dead, your just a big softy”
Which I suppose I am really,she was always worrying about her little boy being used by scheming women and I cant knock her for it, I do tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
But theres not much that I can do about it.