"Men don't have bad sex, we have sex" I explained to Claire as she lay there in a pair of gusset ripped fishnets, things had gotten pretty heated earlier and although our meeting was a last minute supprise, she had certainly dressed to impress.
She looked at me a little hurt at first, "Thanks for that, you know how to make a girl feel special"
I grinned, knowing she would somehow make me pay for my flippant comment.
We were both under no illusion of where we'd end up. There were no wild expectations of a long lasting relationship, just two people sharing an uncomplicated physical bond without guilt.
So the liason ran it's course and some great physical sex was had, for a time.
We have not spoken for a few weeks now, although I did receive a text message the other day.
"I miss your egg on toast", It read.
I miss shoving my cock down your throat I cheekily thought to myself.
I guess thats the difference between men and women.