Ah wiz a bag o emoshins. Wot a fought wiz gaw be the stert eh summin
byootiful endit wi a pumpin in the stock room eh Sports Direct an a
cummy back. How kid ma Kayden dae this tae me. Aye, he wiznae perfect
by onny meenz wi his limp,bad een and his bile oan his neck bit luv maks
ye blund ken? Plus ah've goat a lazy yak and a goat the pish ten oot me
at skel fur it. He mustve felt sumhin fur me, coz he didnae chess me very faur afore he
stopt. Aner successful rob, gaun yersel Chazza. Oanly hing wiz, the fat
prick burst a popper oan ma Kappa's and ma Gers tap wiz stickin tae ma back.
Startit tae smell like bleachanaw, He needs tae drink mair wattur. A goat tae ma flat on Links Street, Planet Paddy wiz sittin oan the steps
gouched oot hiz pus. "Therez ma darlin!" ah wid totez pump um but jist no
wen he'z smackt oot his nut. He cocked his heed it meh, an squintit
"gaun hame pal?" "aye" a saiz. I ackshilly fot ahll tak um up the stairz
an gie um wan, bit Jeremy Kyle wiz gaw be oan in hauf an hoor an the wai
he wiz noddin oot, it wid be like stuffin a marshmally in a moneybox and
he wid mair thin likely chor ma new 60" plasma ah goat oot Brighthoose. A goat in an took ma claes aff, a rubt ma Gers tap oan the toylit seat,
ma pal Destiny telt meh thit she goat up the spout sittin oan the shiter.
If a couldnae snare ma King wi ma flaps ah'll git um wi a bairn. Eftur ma
shite, ah ran a baff. Ah needit tae chill oot, a lit a caunnul, no tae be
romantic but they pricks at the coonsul wur gaw cherge meh fur a lightbulb!
Get tae fuk man! Ah hid tae git a whylang whylang Glade caunnul cos ma
shite wiz beelin. A stuck oan sum relaksayshin music, it wiz like a orgasms fur ma ear.
A fuckin luv Tiesto like. The warm wattur wiz up n roont meh lyk a wiz back
in ma mers woom. A felt it peece. A hid a greet tae masel, ma stomach wiz
gawn like id hid a bad Leven speshul ootay Istanbul in Mefful.
Ah hud tae get intae a bettur place, the wattur felt gid oan ma boady like
hunners eh sexy Ben Fogle's kissin meh aw er. Aw Ben ah want ye tae tak me
awa fae aw this madniss. Tak me on yer wee canoe bit bring Stephen's steak
bridies. Murmur tae me oan the high seas while feedin me Bridie's lick the
pastry crumbs aff ma wabs ya sexy poash basturt. Afore a kent it a wiz
diddlin masel, imaginnin Ben gettin in aboot ma hairy cheque book. He wiz nuhin like Kayden, he wiz treatin me right, ah bit ma lip imaginin
Ben workin his tung er ma flaps, he widnae rattul a digit up ma dunger or
nuhin, he wiz pyoor class. He widnae care aboot mah eye he wid luv me fur
the Wumin i am. "D'ye lyk Rustler's Burgers Ben?" ah wid ask, he wid look
up fae ma fanny and cock his heed and say "Aye" ah wid say "Braw theres
thaym and Micro Chips fur tea" wi that ah pit ma fingur inside meh.
"Aww Ben" ah whispurt. "Dae meh lyk a laydeh" Wi that Ben wid tak me in his
big airms, and wrap me up like a sexy faheeta. Ah wid tell um tae bag it but
he'd be like "mon dawl ah cah feel fuck all when ah dae that" bit sins it
wiz Ben ah widnae care. Jist hinkin about um slippin his pink Darth Vader
intae ma clowns pocket and his byootiful blue eyez as blue as the blue bits
ye get oan a can eh Fribreez cottin fresh room spray, starin n serchin fur
ma wumminly fire in ma eyez wiz enough tae tip me er the edge. Fiurwurks
went aff aww aboot ma boddeh ma nips goat aw stiff fae the cauld n the
belter o a orgasm firin through me. "Sha hoor Ben, ye ken how tae treat
a burd." a fought. Ma hapyniss wiz shortlived haw. Ma Ben wiz wissked awa fae me, like that
time a wiz up the widz wi Cooky and the Poliss hid a warrunt fur him fur
a breach. Wi that a went an a goat dried, wi a heveh hert a made masel a
pot noodle and settult doon tae Jeremy Kyle an Homes Under The Hammer oan
Sky. Ah wiz gaw git Jamal fae ma mers in a coupleh oors.
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