This little gem will be my first story of many on this blog, and is happy memory from my short stay in London.
It’s week 4 of my 6 week stay in London. There was finally some questionable sunshine after 4 hard days of unquestionable rain. I hadn’t had sex since I left New Zealand 4 weeks ago, and my balls felt like they were going to explode!
I catch the train from Bethnal Green towards Leicester Square and start walking around. It’s about 3pm in the afternoon. There was some fine talent, and after 4 or 5 rejections, I spot a short, curvy, and super cute English girl with a fringe, dark blonde hair, and a fine pair legs showing ever so clearly in her yoga pants. Oblivious to the fact that she was part of a MUCH larger group (some random awareness walk around London), I went in.