Down and dirty

Sooo, my new hottie, Party Boy, came over for drinki poos last night. We were supposed to then go to my friend’s birthday do, but we got a little, er, distracted after he lived up to his promise of getting down and dirty with my va-jay-jay. Must say, he’s definitely got some skills. ;-) ;-) ;-)

Within no time I was straddling him on my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey, suede high heel Zoom ankle boots to the tune of Bony M’s Sunny Mousse T radio mix!   

‘Sunny, YEAHHH… thank you for the sunshine and the bonkkkkiinnnggg..’ (at least that’s what that line sounds like.. Hee!)  

Ahh.. there’s something so glorious about fucking someone you just don’t care about yet.. being able to be so hideously/fantastically selfish.. And I must say, I really did love sneaking peeks at the mirror over my shoulder – to catch sight of my tanned, tight ass gliding up and down his shaft. (I’m not going to be 20 forever, so I feel justified in basking in its awesomeness while I still can.. )

Still, I can’t decide if I realllly like him or not. Hm..


He too has an ass you can bounce R5 coins off of.

Appreciates my shoe collection which, once pissed, I was happy to model to the tune of my Bony M Gold album. (Hence our hideous fuck track..)

Plays tennis. Or so he says. We’ll have to see..  


Knows vokkal about vino. (He asked me if I wanted ice.. in my pinotage!)

Vocab limited to ‘no ways.. that’s sick’. But then again I’m not exactly looking for a pen pal…  

Has to share a car with his older boet. Kak one..

Anywayz, I gotta run.. My aunt is get botox today (yup, vanity runs in the family) and I told her I’d go with to hold her hand.


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  1. Bob
    Posted August 2, 2010 at 8:17 am | Permalink

    In KZN a block of ice is almost essential in any glass of red, as room temp here isn’t quite the same as room temp in france/europe.

  2. Posted December 10, 2010 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

    Interesting website i’m waiting for posts
    Regards – Mike

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