smoke grenade
Banned
- Feb 3, 2012
- 183
Meet Corrine. magnificent pots on the girl. We've been chatting for a week now and after a series of missed opportunities the Smoke Grenade finally had his way. Pip 7, long time coming, but was it lucky ?
Now Corrine is the type of bird that just says what she wants. She married, but just loves her cock. Who was I to decline Guilty ? Nah, if it wasn't me it'd be some other desperado stoving his party sausge in.
So all that week it was nailed on, it was simply a case of when
one night our conversation got a little heated. I must confess to tugging my little grenade again mindful that someone could burst through my bedroom door at any given moment and get the shock of her life. I'd have told her it was a working man's right to masterbate to gash trash....she may not have agreed
In a drunken haze we arranged to meet up at 8am after 'the' drunken chat....8 f***ing am !! Otherwise opportunities were slim and we'd be into next week. She wanted my plums...she was gunna get 'em.
Wake up that morning, still pissed, dribble all over the pillow, can I be arsed to snake through the morning rush hour traffic and tickle this tidy ? You bet I f***ing can. My little grenade needed milking. So quick polish of the Mister, chuck some clobber on and I'm off to her gaff where Corrine both works and lives so she can feel my little grenade
Eventually find the place in the arse end of Bevingdean. I've had to drive through the very worst part of AM traffic. It's just after 8 now, I can't believe I'm up at this time to squirt my juice on some random bag...but every man has his addictions
Park up, knock on the House door. She's there. Corrine in all her glory. First impressions Sea Hag from the Popeye cartoon if you will, More shocking than Marilyn Manson. My disappointment must have been emblazoned across my tired face.
She's proper eager...straight into me. The briefest of "hellos" then she's kissing me wantonly. I estimate that she's probably not brushed her teeth since last Sunday and her hair has clearly been dunked in the deep fat fryer last night the scruffy bush pig.
Take a look at her picture again gents. The photographer in my humble opinion deserves the Noble Peace prize for his services to Science. How Sea Hag is transformed into that image posted above is frankly beyond belief.
So Smoke Grenade is in a tricky position. I should really scurry back to the car making some feeble apology and get the f*** outta there as fast as I can. What do I do
I go in of course and the fun & games quickly commence.
I'm ushered into a back room she explains is the 'chill out'. It stinks of piss, or maybe that's Sea Hag ? It's just a square room with chairs around the outside, crap pictures on the walls....the TV room in an old peoples home basically. It appears bizarrely that this is going to be the venue for our shannigans
We're kissing again and she's stroking my little grenade through my jeans. I have a fettle of her pots I'd been impressed with in the photos she'd sent (will try retrieve them later ) Verdit : blamonge bags. This is getting worse
She's now on her knees, I'm stood upright like a naughty schoolboy and quickly she's released my gun from it's holster. She takes it into her dirty mouth with all the enthusiasm of a hungry pig and makes pleasing slurping sounds as she takes the lot This is getting moderately better....
Reaching a point of no return I lay on the Axminster carpet with Sea Hag, dispense of her baggy tracky bottoms which are decorated with last nights tea and behold her fully shaven bliff....nice, the Grenade wastes no time and gives her the full Robo Tongue. She's more than enjoying this and pulling on my f***ing ears. Afraid I may be sucked into her crack I move away and with one thrust ram my peg into her PIP NUMBER 7...I say it in my head. Just a shame the goods were so putrid
Unexpectantly proceedings are over very quickly. Even the Hag hasn't prevented my cock from splashing my sauce all over her and the carpet. She screams too and is rubbing her white button furiously...right noisy bush pig this one !!! Hope the husband isn't upstairs
I apologise for the quick conclusion...she says we can do it again with a filthy smile on her face. I have other plans. I wanna wash my little grenade and fudge off out ! She keeps smiling, but I'm unimpressed with her Sugar Puff teeth
Petty excuses are made, the promises of phone calls etc....but I know I want to erase this memory as quickly as possible. I'm on my way home
Just creeping out of Bevingdean I stop at a crossing and a black lad walks across the road sporting an afro mohican and gold chains a plenty. Electric window down and I shout "CRAZY FOOL !!" at him. "You what mate ?" he says taking his iPod phones off...I just race off laughing my tits off
I've reflected upon the mornings bizarre events and quite simply the quality has to improve. I'm only going for top notch tidies now, because when you see these birds face to face they have clearly got Paul Daniels to take the snaps
This was my pip 7 terrible encounter...Thanks for listening and not being sick
Smoke Granade
Now Corrine is the type of bird that just says what she wants. She married, but just loves her cock. Who was I to decline Guilty ? Nah, if it wasn't me it'd be some other desperado stoving his party sausge in.
So all that week it was nailed on, it was simply a case of when
one night our conversation got a little heated. I must confess to tugging my little grenade again mindful that someone could burst through my bedroom door at any given moment and get the shock of her life. I'd have told her it was a working man's right to masterbate to gash trash....she may not have agreed In a drunken haze we arranged to meet up at 8am after 'the' drunken chat....8 f***ing am !! Otherwise opportunities were slim and we'd be into next week. She wanted my plums...she was gunna get 'em.
Wake up that morning, still pissed, dribble all over the pillow, can I be arsed to snake through the morning rush hour traffic and tickle this tidy ? You bet I f***ing can. My little grenade needed milking. So quick polish of the Mister, chuck some clobber on and I'm off to her gaff where Corrine both works and lives so she can feel my little grenade
Eventually find the place in the arse end of Bevingdean. I've had to drive through the very worst part of AM traffic. It's just after 8 now, I can't believe I'm up at this time to squirt my juice on some random bag...but every man has his addictions
Park up, knock on the House door. She's there. Corrine in all her glory. First impressions Sea Hag from the Popeye cartoon if you will, More shocking than Marilyn Manson. My disappointment must have been emblazoned across my tired face.
She's proper eager...straight into me. The briefest of "hellos" then she's kissing me wantonly. I estimate that she's probably not brushed her teeth since last Sunday and her hair has clearly been dunked in the deep fat fryer last night the scruffy bush pig.
Take a look at her picture again gents. The photographer in my humble opinion deserves the Noble Peace prize for his services to Science. How Sea Hag is transformed into that image posted above is frankly beyond belief.
So Smoke Grenade is in a tricky position. I should really scurry back to the car making some feeble apology and get the f*** outta there as fast as I can. What do I do
I go in of course and the fun & games quickly commence.I'm ushered into a back room she explains is the 'chill out'. It stinks of piss, or maybe that's Sea Hag ? It's just a square room with chairs around the outside, crap pictures on the walls....the TV room in an old peoples home basically. It appears bizarrely that this is going to be the venue for our shannigans
We're kissing again and she's stroking my little grenade through my jeans. I have a fettle of her pots I'd been impressed with in the photos she'd sent (will try retrieve them later ) Verdit : blamonge bags. This is getting worse
She's now on her knees, I'm stood upright like a naughty schoolboy and quickly she's released my gun from it's holster. She takes it into her dirty mouth with all the enthusiasm of a hungry pig and makes pleasing slurping sounds as she takes the lot This is getting moderately better....Reaching a point of no return I lay on the Axminster carpet with Sea Hag, dispense of her baggy tracky bottoms which are decorated with last nights tea and behold her fully shaven bliff....nice, the Grenade wastes no time and gives her the full Robo Tongue. She's more than enjoying this and pulling on my f***ing ears. Afraid I may be sucked into her crack I move away and with one thrust ram my peg into her PIP NUMBER 7...I say it in my head. Just a shame the goods were so putrid
Unexpectantly proceedings are over very quickly. Even the Hag hasn't prevented my cock from splashing my sauce all over her and the carpet. She screams too and is rubbing her white button furiously...right noisy bush pig this one !!! Hope the husband isn't upstairs
I apologise for the quick conclusion...she says we can do it again with a filthy smile on her face. I have other plans. I wanna wash my little grenade and fudge off out ! She keeps smiling, but I'm unimpressed with her Sugar Puff teeth
Petty excuses are made, the promises of phone calls etc....but I know I want to erase this memory as quickly as possible. I'm on my way home
Just creeping out of Bevingdean I stop at a crossing and a black lad walks across the road sporting an afro mohican and gold chains a plenty. Electric window down and I shout "CRAZY FOOL !!" at him. "You what mate ?" he says taking his iPod phones off...I just race off laughing my tits off
I've reflected upon the mornings bizarre events and quite simply the quality has to improve. I'm only going for top notch tidies now, because when you see these birds face to face they have clearly got Paul Daniels to take the snaps
This was my pip 7 terrible encounter...Thanks for listening and not being sick
Smoke Granade
