dr wankenstein
19-06-2012, 05:26 PM
i hope sharing this will be therapeutic for me. it makes me feel nauseous thinking about it.
I'm on hols this week, saw a WL today (porkchop - her last day today, not worth mentioning where), should have walked but being a gutless wonder I didn't.
Anyway, she starts cbj in a 69 position - I came eye to eye with her vag. it was a) not very pretty b) emitting a foul odour, I would go as far to say it was putrid. It was almost in my face, held breath, looked away - something fucking dripped out of it onto my upper shoulder near my throat.
I grabbed sheets, wiped it off, grew some balls and said I gotta go. Jumped up, I hear another punter knocking on the door and talking loudly. She was going to open the door with me still in my bday suit, Im pulling up my shorts saying wait wait wait. I said I'm going on the backdoor, she protested at first and then said ok. She led me out the back and closes the door, i pat my pockets, no fucking car keys or phone (I've never left anything behind). i go round the front and start hitting the door bell - knocked on the door, no answer. i waited across the road till the punter came out still with venereal juice still smeared on me, knocked on the door, she brought my shit out, I grabbed it, i could smell the gunk on me on the way home... i rubbed my skin raw in the shower and chucked out the shirt.
So, in reflection, I say fuck that, i officially retire from punting.
Dr W
I'm on hols this week, saw a WL today (porkchop - her last day today, not worth mentioning where), should have walked but being a gutless wonder I didn't.
Anyway, she starts cbj in a 69 position - I came eye to eye with her vag. it was a) not very pretty b) emitting a foul odour, I would go as far to say it was putrid. It was almost in my face, held breath, looked away - something fucking dripped out of it onto my upper shoulder near my throat.
I grabbed sheets, wiped it off, grew some balls and said I gotta go. Jumped up, I hear another punter knocking on the door and talking loudly. She was going to open the door with me still in my bday suit, Im pulling up my shorts saying wait wait wait. I said I'm going on the backdoor, she protested at first and then said ok. She led me out the back and closes the door, i pat my pockets, no fucking car keys or phone (I've never left anything behind). i go round the front and start hitting the door bell - knocked on the door, no answer. i waited across the road till the punter came out still with venereal juice still smeared on me, knocked on the door, she brought my shit out, I grabbed it, i could smell the gunk on me on the way home... i rubbed my skin raw in the shower and chucked out the shirt.
So, in reflection, I say fuck that, i officially retire from punting.
Dr W