by lil bit » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:20 am
My daughter's flatmate at uni did phone sex for a while. It was extremely lucrative, but it got her down and she wasn't sure it would look good on her CV, so she only did it for a couple a months.
My daughter said it was so funny hearing her talk dirty whilst at the same time doing her ironing.
Near where I lived as a girl was a nursery for men who wanted to be babies or little girls. I used to see them playing on the swing in the garden sometimes, their hairy legs and knobbly knees sticking out from frilly dresses.
That kind of thing gets one down after a time. One tends to wonder what the bloody hell is wrong with people.
'She couldn't help wondering what use Carl had for a double bed in his bachelor establishment' - Rafferty's Legacy -Jane Corrie