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Read the sex one. It’s about an erotic encounter after a chance meting on public transport.

“Pesti was on his eleventeenth glass of wine when he realised the hefty American across the row was not merely braying loudly due to a near-fatal lack of IQ, but was also desperately trying to attract his attention.

 

“I’ve noticed you noticing me”, the improbably large sted-headed imbecile whispered, as he gently but firmly took Pesti’s glass from his hand and pushed his seat back, assuming the tea bag position as he hovered above him and turned off his night light.

 

“Oh well”, mused Pesti to himself as the pair of clammy balls loomed into his eyeline. “At least I won’t be tempted to read that fucking blog entry with shit white bread masquerading as toast.”

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“Pesti was on his eleventeenth glass of wine when he realised the hefty American across the row was not merely braying loudly due to a near-fatal lack of IQ, but was also desperately trying to attract his attention.

 

“I’ve noticed you noticing me”, the improbably large sted-headed imbecile whispered, as he gently but firmly took Pesti’s glass from his hand and pushed his seat back, assuming the teabag position while hovering above him as he turned off his night light.

 

“Oh well”, mused Pesti to himself as a pair of clammy balls loomed into view. “At least I won’t be tempted to read that fucking blog entry with shit white bread masquerading as toast.”

That’s quite good. You will be tempted though, it’s only a matter of time.

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“Pesti was on his eleventeenth glass of wine when he realised the hefty American across the row was not merely braying loudly due to a near-fatal lack of IQ, but was also desperately trying to attract his attention.

 

“I’ve noticed you noticing me”, the improbably large sted-headed imbecile whispered, as he gently but firmly took Pesti’s glass from his hand and pushed his seat back, assuming the tea bag position as he hovered above him and turned off his night light.

 

“Oh well”, mused Pesti to himself as the pair of clammy balls loomed into his eyeline “At least I won’t be tempted to read that fucking blog entry with shit white bread masquerading as toast.”

Could they not have hoved into view?

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However much Fowler1972 is desperately trying to plug his blog, I want to know more about Pete getting his Todger played with and he’s only mentioned it in passing.

I’m not ‘desperately’ plugging my blog, the latest post you can see below. I’d quite like to read more about Pete’s todger as well though.

 

http://phillslater.blog/2018/03/21/depression-letter/

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