♥ shhexycorin ♥

Recently, I’ve been fucking knackered: working my arse off day and night and dogging my way through the time I had leftover, getting mugged in the process. So I really needed a break and I snuck off to the beach to relax.

Whilst out there I met the lovely Isabella, a good Catholic girl with a desire for me so strong that you almost feel it poking you in the back when we danced…

Who’d have imagined I’d ever be possessed of lesbianic tendencies? Not me, for one! I don’t think I am now, it’s just that sometimes love comes along and hits you in the face like a wet kipper on market day. And Isabella was one such fish.

We met in a beach-front bar where the sangria was flowing like moonjuice. I’d had a couple of jugs and was feeling a little sleepy after a hard day of dogging on the beach, in the sea and off a cliff or too. Just as my head was about to hit the table, a sensual, husky voice told me I had the most beautiful buns she’d ever seen and asked if she might be allowed to butter them up later that night.

No-one has lapped my clam with such expertise.

Who wouldn’t fall for a chat-up line like that? Well, anyone would, I suppose, if Isabella had been a short, fat, hairy failed shoe salesman. Luckily for me, she was a beauty: a fine, voluptuous figure; a wicked sense of humour and a girly giggle that would have made me cream my jeans, had I been wearing them.

We spent every moment we could together. Fortunately, Spain is very relaxed about explicit behaviour in public - we’d just share a sunlounger each day, locked in a passionate embrace with our fists up each other.

I was so sad when I left, and Isabella went in some melodramatic lament - the pilot had problems taking off because the noise was interefering with his radar! Silly Isabella!

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