The Hottie and the Third Wheel

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.

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