Again thank you to all those people that passed through yesterday to take in the ramblings of this fellow. Or if it's the same person clicking multiple times, I thank you even more. But I can see that none of you went to the trouble of dropping me a line. Hmmm. Nothing to say, or can't be bothered, the conundrum of modern times I would say. Like I said it would be nice if a dialogue could be got, but I guess I should just be grateful that you took the trouble to pass through, but of course I'm not there must be more. Only kidding.
Yesterday I stumbled across a new form of entertainment one which kept me gnashing my teeth for a good part of a day, interspersed by the odd couple of hours of work just for the record. I went onto Gumtree, that purveyor of finding accommodation, vehicles and other assorted good bits at reasonable fair. Clicking through looking for a cheap weight set, as I think the time has come to redevelop ones physical attributes as the winter months slowly dissipate, what do I set my eyes upon? A section of this website geared towards the meeting of the sexes. Imagine my shock and horror at just trying to go about what was hopefully going to be a normal day, and I find a section entitled "casual relationships" inundated with women looking for a whole plethora of sexual liaisons. Imagine ones sheer delight; is this my perverse nirvana, my goal, an ability to indulge in variety with no strings? Well that's what I was hoping for anyway. Scanning through, I'm looking for my most ideal, women of colour (Asian, oriental & black) over twenty-three shall we say, young fucks aren't really that appealing, and the issue of legality seems to play on my mind for some reason when I think of anything younger looking for NSA dirtiness.
There are a number that fit the bill, and even quite a few that don't but whom I'm willing to try, just in case the laws of averages is against me again. On here I see a bored housewife home alone, looking for somebody to come round and fuck her "rigid". Hoping it was nothing to do with necrophilia, I fired off a response. There was a young lady who said she was bored at work and wanted to exchange dirty emails with a possibility of meeting later, I'm into fantasy roles, send off a hint of what games we could play. A woman who loves to squirt; a slutty bitch who has a hotel room in Liverpool Street and is looking for someone to come over and do the do, and so on and so on. I would say again there must have been posts of double digits which I reply to, thinking some of these must come through, because why else would they be fucking posting on a section of the website where people want to meet up.
Well it seems the slutty housewife must have had a better offer even though I was free and close, because she never got back to me. The horny office worker must have found some other typing to do. The black bitch, who simply likes to get her arse and cunt licked out by black guys, didn't think much of this one, and so forth and so forth. The replies I do get, one from TraceyMilf who says the only way to meet up with her is through AdultFriendFinder (a good site joined years ago, but again never paid for shit), although I must say she sent me a couple of pictures, and that is certainly a honey you wouldn't mind infiltrating, mother or no mother. And then a Spanish bird said the same thing, that all her pics and phone number where in her profile on AFF and that was the best way of contacting her, and here's a link. Now I'm thinking if those women are on this site, there are how many fucking people on there, why the fuck would you need to stick an add on Gumtree to meet someone when it has got to be easy as fuck to meet someone from there. Doesn't need much of my brain capacity to work that one out.
But wait, i get a message back from the slut in the London hotel with attachments I see, and the woman who travels to the UK often and is always lonely, have both dropped me a line. With eager anticipation I open up the one in the hotel for the next couple of nights, after all it's immediate and close. You know what this fucker has writen, "hi there
and thanks for getting back to me, I’m a feminine convincing tranny ( so im told) who love to be slutty and meet straight horny guys for hotel fun". This is not a fucking woman! It is a fucking bloke who likes to dress up as a fucking woman (although rather convincing if those pictures are anything to go by). I haven't got a problem with TV's, or any kind of sexual fucking peccadillo, but the point of the matter is, I have been done under the Trade Descriptions. At what point does a slutty woman equate to a bloke with a big arse dressed in a negligee and baby heels? Have I missed something, the TWO ARE NOT THE SAME! Imagine I sent my contact details, urrrrgggghhhh! Not amused. The only saving grace, and it is a very marginal one for the whole day, is the babe who leaves in Cleveland, and gets lonely in London. She asked me a couple of questions, then sent me a couple of pictures, one an arse shot on a picture website in the states, but as yet it doesn't seem to iffy. But I'm just waiting for the 'if you sign up free..." bollocks. Who said trying to track down some free pum-pum could be such a head-fuck (and an apparent waste of time).