I am no oil painting but i am a good looking guy and if you have seen my photos you will see that i am quite well hung not massive but well hung this it where it all goes wrong.
Take the last girl i hooked up with lets call her girl mandy i met mandy while having a few beers in a pub in town i had her laughing and we were having a good time and so the night ened back in my house where we did the deed. Now i have a switch in my head as soon as i start to fuck an imaginary film crew shows up and i channel the spirit of dirk diggler and i end up fucking like a porn star lol back to mandy so the week after me and mandy hook up again and same as fucking that night and fucking in the morning so i think i struck gold a weekly fuck buddy nice but how wrong was i . A week later i am in another bar and i have been chatting to a girl who used to be a fuck buddy but now we just drink together on and off and if stuff happens it happens so me and her are sharing the odd kiss coming to the end of the night i look over my shoulder and see a very angry mandy. Ok first thought is bunny boiler second is did she follow me and 3rd is why me lol.
Then the texts start and they have not stoped between this and trying to get lucky my mind is all over the place let hope the rest of my conquest dont follow me around dublin if you enjoyed reading this i am going to post about past current and future meets so stay tuned and let me know what you think