Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Nice Bit Of Action
Well, me and Shant's had a wicked bit of action after Saturday night. We ended up copping this pair of blokes from Caerphilly. They'd come into Cardiff for a change, to see some real life and things that are actually powered by electricity and not steam.
Being from Caerphilly, they were already married so we ended up bringing them back up our end rather than having to go out to that hell hole. We had a wicked night in Rumors, got well tanked, danced, and had a massive snog round the back room. I was well up for it, couldn't wait to get my bloke home, me thong was soaked. Feels like such a long time since I've done anything. It was great to get back on the horse, or donkey, as he was.
It was all wonderful, but then after the loving he had to go but wanted to see me again, and I flipped out on him. He'd said he was married so it wasn't a secret, but then the thought of him carrying on with it just reminded me of Deke and the stinking thing he did to me. I ended up screaming and booting him out of the house. Don't know how he got home, don't care.
It will be interesting to see how he explains away the massive love bite on his neck as well, but he said his wife was from Aberdare, so she'll probably think it's a birthmark. I couldn't help meself.
I think's I's going to have to calm down a bit now, babs has been kicking ever since - I don't think he / she enjoyed being shaken up like that. So that's it. Booze and sex on weekends only - fags in the afternoon - and I'm feeling strong enough to get on with my life now, I needed that blow out.
Posted by Chav Mum at 8:58 AM
2 Comments:
Hi Beauteful Big Woman,
That was the best four minutes I ever had in me life on your settee. Sorry that the leg snapped off it but don't blame me 17 stone, the problem is '60s furniture is so dead brittle.
Until I read your blogg I didn't know you was heavy with child, as they say in the Bible. I thought you was just a big, fat overweight mare, but dead sexy for all that. Just as well in the circs you adopted the superior position, really, girl.
I don't think I used anything, but don't panick cos me mate swears that as you's already in the pudding club it's impossible you'll be dropping one of mine in 9 months time. It's not humanely possible, love.
The missus never noticed the love bite so that was OK. They're never very obvious on us black lads and anyway her specs are broke and she's got such bad eyesight that you could've smothered me in lovebites, welts and scram marks and she'd never have seen a thing.
I expect you won't be surprised but I can't stop thinking of you and that kinky thing you did with the thermos flask. I could kill meself for not taking a picture with me mobile. (Just for me personal pleasure, you understand).
To cut the sweet talk and get to the point, I'm desperate that we have a round two as soon as poss. If you enjoyed it half as much as you seem to indicate then can I see you in Kiwis this Saturday night? I'll bring a packet of 3 this time, just in case, cos despite what me mate says it pays to be corshi ... korshu ... caushi ... it pays to be safe, eh?
Hi Lester - I think you have me confused. I think I know who you were, which means the fat mare you poked was in fact Ashanti, not me.
I was drunk, but I definitely remember the bloke I was with (Callum or Colin or something similar) was on the pale side and had red hair (but not down there.)
I'll pass on your comments to Ashanti, she said you was a good 'un.
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