NoLimits01
Goran Bunjevcevic
So when you were a younger man after a night on the lash and a kebab you went to your local knocking shop.
You used to get first dibs on the tarts paraded into the waiting room. You went for not the prettiest but next prettiest because she was a bit slimmer and looked like she could do a job.
Over the years you developed not love but a healthy respect for her skill set and realised your sex life would not be quite the same, just shaging your wife. But still when she left to go back to democratic of Congo you wished her all the best as she was no longer in the 'game' and you had no reason to be jealous.
On your last visit you actually bought her a box of chocolates and as you fcuked for the last time as you came she opened her eyes and looked straight into your eyes and you realised that it was actually a bit more then shagging after all.
As the years go on you sometimes see a dark dark african woman with the same slender figure and smooth skin and for a second you wonder if it is her. But then pull yourself together because your walking through Victoria station with your wife and son on the way to a day out at the science museum. A part of your heart will despite what you originally thought always hold a special place for them,even if they were a fluffy bunnies cuddling.
We've all been there mate.
That’s so sweet [emoji22]