Yakkety Yak (don't talk back)Last night I went out and had a great night at a bar and came home with takeaways.
A gorgeous young maori boy called Dylan*
Two things I noticed about Dylan. No tan lines (he was caramel coloured all over) and he's a talker.
A dirty talker.
At first, I didn't mind it. I mean, I quite like a bit of sexy dirty talk, but then it started to get a tad weird, it was like he was doing a commentary on his performance! (Or singing a few lines from that Freak Me song by Another Level).
I was sorely tempted to just tell him to shut the hell up so we could just shag. In the end, I kept kissing him so he couldn't talk LOL.
Apart from that, it was a lovely evening.
I must get takeaways more often LOL.
*not his real name
Tart at 5:14 PM |
