Londonfornication 1 I met her a week before. We traded text messages constantly for the whole week. I could feel something was different with this girl. Not quiet a woman but enough of a one to think there could be some depth there eventually. I was not yet a man not a boy but that horrible limbo that teenagers fall into when their hormones are raging and they have nowhere to displace it. I stood in line as she looked up at me from her little over 5 ft stature. She snuggled into my chest like she had known me years I stood deeply uncomfortable just thinking say a couple more sweet things hang around get her drunk and that's it say goodbye to virginity. We danced and drank like crazy the place had a £5 all you can drink deal thing and I got so drunk I couldn't see which was probably a good thing because I was so nervous I wouldn't be able to get it up or that I would cum straight away that I didn't enjoy one moment of the entire evening... We kissed, her lips were plump but she didn't really know what to do with them which didn't help as I had no fucking clue either. I had only kissed a handful of girls and not like this not like it was going somewhere. She was like a lost puppy looking for some stability in her #life I was big, strong, clean and half decent looking. I wasn't Johnny Depp but I wasn't going to brake her heart anytime soon. A large breasted typical Essex girl who was apparently the best friend encouraged her all night by whispering very loudly "I bet he has a big dick" This made me even more nervous as if I was to compare this to stationary i would have been the rubber not the pencil. Lola looked at me and took my hand and said in a polite heavily slurred but sweet manor "can I stay at yours tonight... I don't want to sleep alone"... We took a taxi half way then got a bus the rest of the way after picking up a kebab. This was not my finest hour as I sat at. The bus stop eating a kebab, kissing and fondling her titts leaving chilli sauce on her white dress. The classy girl she was she had chips and curry sauce... We boarded a double decker and headed straight for the top. We looked at each other the whole way back she was utterly in love with me right there and then but she was dribbling... I made her walk a bus stop early to my house for reasons I can't remember but the rain that had been gently trickling down our backs was now intense and her white dress ( still highlighted with faint red smudges of chilli sauce outlining small but perky breasts) was now see through. I was once told that you will always remember you're first time as a beautiful thing but that it wouldn't be any good... Well three hours later I was still going.... This poor girl had been battered I was pounding and pounding my dick hurt I had no idea what was going on and if I had put the condom on the right way or not. I couldn't cum it simply wouldn't work. Was this the sign that I was gay? She had cum over and over describing it like a tingling that started at her feet and fingertips and with every movement it moved closer to her clit which was also throbbing. My overriding memory of this night was the lack of sleep. Her snoring was intense and as the hours of early morning turned to day the cute girl with the big eyes lovely lips no longer turned me on. I had decided there and then that I wouldn't see her again as I could do better... I rolled over and looked forward to a Saturday night.

Londonfornication. I am deciding on wether to a lot of different things lately. I'm thinking about stand up comedy. I'm thinking about writing a novel. I'm thinking about writing a blog. But what they all seem to have in common is my crazy little time as a man whore that seems to entertain and titter late in equal measures. So do I bare all under my name or do I keep this a secret? The people who are involved still know me so I think their names although obvious to my friends Would need to be changed and even mine.... It will evolve as I go along but I think I have at least twenty maybe thirty blogs to write before I'm up to date. Having written this and "enjoyed" it I think the obvious thing to do is start a blog. I have this iPad for a reason now so why the fuck not.

The Breakup Am in that limbo that comes with still being in love with someone who doesn't want you. Kinda shitty really. Blokes say to fuck as many girls as you can to get her out of your head. Women say you need time to yourself to find who you are, find your centre.. Parents tell you not to worry that there is someone that is a better fit for you. Your kids just look at you and ask where mummy is... The questions are easy to deal with its the advice that I find hard to deal with. Not telling 100% of the truth to the people giving you the advice doesn't help either. But I have been here before and when it happened last time I had nothing. I was broke no friends no job selling things to see the kids still bending to every whim of there mother. But now I stand tall, I am proud single dad of two. She is the one that is alone, at sea, adrift. So I will look to the future I will push forward with all my plans being held back by pining to her goals. Most importantly I will be me and at no point will that change.

It's who dares wins in the city Sit pretty Locked On not Tripoli Get dressed for the party As i spit simile after simile Got the latest Nikes on my feet The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat Lock on to 102.6 the streets Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than words Get fucked up sat on the curb Street geezers Accept me as your own Let me make myself at home I just ain't a clone Still got the monsta boy ring tone though Raised as a northern star With a London underground travel card.

I like girls they like me I try to be faithful but I can't keep my hand out the cookie jar.