Going Back, Back Into Time

Now's not the time for explaining the ins and outs of that particular time, that can wait. It's just I felt bad all that time that I never contacted The Jap. After all she really didn't do anything to warrant an absence of contact on my part. She was young, sweet and innocent, all the things you can imagine a Japanese woman to be. But she got attached to me, and at the time with the way things were, that added attachment was something that was never going to have to much legs. She was a tiny thing, petite really, so easy to put in whatever way you wanted, just like "Little One" really. But unlike her, once you peeled those clothes off, there was definitely a chest which was worth all the non-pronouncements of truth which were going on. If you haven't caught on already, I love tities. Looking at them, feeling them, sucking on them, heaven is a place of a thousand big tited virgins. I prefer those surprise packages, the ones where you're not expecting what you get. When that final item of clothing comes off, and it's like "damn", that's a good feeling. And that's what I had with the Jap, they were gorgeous, and on top of that the sex was pretty damn alright as well.

That takes me onto more recent titie girls. There's Cinders my first meet from FP. That was a few weeks before the season of good joy. The second night after chatting on FP, she was like yeah "I'm coming back from Manchester", where she'd been on some course, "and I want to see you". Of course I'm still seeing Little One at this time, but I know there has been way to much shit that's pasted between us to really move forward in a positive way, so it's only a question of time before it has to be called a day.  And of course Cinders lives in my neck of the woods, again, when shit happens you got to roll with it. I went to meet this girl on the corner of her road. When you see pictures of her on her profile, I'm thinking mixed race or light skinned black woman. When I pull up, what's greeting me? Some pale-skinned broken-ass nosed girl stepping into my motor. I wanted to say "What the Fuck?", but then I realised, I'd just gone to the trouble of purchasing some jim-jams, maybe only the second time in my life that I have, so might as well put the fucking things to use.  And at five pound something a pop, there isn’t no sense in wasting them. If you got to work it out, let me explain, as well as being a dirty ass bastard all my adult life, well as soon as I knew what sex was all about, I've also been one who never believed in rubber protection. And for whatever reason, I've managed to get to this age, without a single disease threatening that. Although four washed away little ones is the flip side of that, but for somebody who never wanted kids it's a negligible pay-off.

The long and short of it is, me and this girl, she turns out to be Greek who comes up a nice shade of brown in the sun, don't do nothing. But as our next couple of meetings end with me staying over, and some ensuing kissy kissy, feely feely, licky licky goes on, I discover she has got a huge set of tities son. Like two hand-full jobs, so that provides enough entertainment for a period. But after a while with Christmas coming up I don't bother check her, cos you just know she's one of these needy ass girls, with all kinds of shit going on, and plus I got to keep Little One sweet during this time.

So yesterday after two and a bit weeks of leaving it, I drop Cinders a line, and she’s like "Shit's going on, I could do with a massage and a friend".  Now that I and Little One have properly called it a day, I ain't looking to get involved in nothing to heavy, unless we talking some super hot shit, you know the MZ or SweetJanes of this world. And I'm afraid Cinders certainly aint that. But you know in this world, big tities go a long way in my book. And if it wasn't for the blasted cold in my yard, and in hers, her heating ain't working either, I'm gonna have to get with those massive melons sometime soon. Cos you know good tities is a hell of a thing to waste.