Hi one and all...

I've had a relatively quiet week or so, apart from when I ventured out into a late night drinking establishment with a friend in the city. Christ how old did I feel, next to all the scantily clad students???? I think I'll leave the binge drinking on a Tuesday school night to the kids!

I saw a little bit of action in the trenches though last Friday after literally being dragged to this girls house from a bar not far from home. She was pretty, brunette, around 26 and she didn't seem too interested in my feeble drunken attempts at small talk - she was a gal on a mission.

Anyway, straight forward sex with a nice, normal girl (apart from her lust filled appetite for all things me!) was seemingly on the cards...wrong - as ever. All started well in terms of a bit of kissing and light petting (that word always makes me laugh, do you remember the signs at the swimming baths 'No Petting in the pool' when you were kids? - infact do they still have them up??) in her brightly lit lounge before she took my hand and lead me upstairs - were we'd be more...comfortable. So off come the clothes in the darkness and we kiss and generally grope away at each other. It was then as she laid down starkers, the street lights caught her stomach. OMG! She had some sort of major skin problem. I mean like worse than the worst excema I'd ever seen. I wondered why her skin felt weird?! Anyway, for some illogical reason (considering the hot blonde in SharpShooter Blog 2)  it didn't seem to turn the rock hard little soldier off one bit and bammmm he was just as quick as normal - even though with the lighting it seemed that the skin had lots of little white spot things that seemingly glowed in the dark! Freaky, but fun non-the-less and she really was a nice person which is what matters. I blurted out an apology for my briefness and tried to drift off to sleep which wasn't difficult as I was pretty tiddly.

I left without saying goodbye in the morning partly because it was still early and I didn't want to wake her, partly because I didn't want the covers to lift up and because I didn't really want to see her again and partly because I'm a tosser - well I was that Saturday morning. I felt terrible slipping out of the door, but perhaps she had the last laugh because I feel abit of an itch down there...infact everywhere when I think back. I must be just imagining it because of her skin, but I've got myself booked into the clap clinic just incase. I never learn from my mistakes. Doh!

Which I guess leads me to Golden Rule number 2.0 - Always bag up on the job!

Craig x

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