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Here's Odense Dalya says looks OK the driver parks the bus (mini bus) and we all disembark an hour and be back the driver informs us so we all go our ways I walk on with Dalya she gassing about things as she does that Yank girl in my tent always on about men who she's had what they've done small details about *** makes me sick Dalya says what do you say to her? I ask her as we sit in a street side café don't say much just listen Dalya says I don't know what to say I order two coffees the waitress a young dame writes it down then goes off I watch her walk away lovely *** I’m thinking why not tell the Yank girl about your **** life? I tell her I don't have a *** life not like hers Dalya says anyway I couldn't just tell her she tells you about hers I couldn’t not details not each part like she does our coffees are brought out to us both the waitress smiles at me and walks off what details? what's she say? can't tell you Dalya says you spoilsport it's not that tell me then Dalya sips her coffee I sip mine watching her her dark hair the stern gaze her thin lips she did say something odd I remember Dalya says what was that? M&S; M&S; yes that's right don't know what it stands for Dalya says but she says she likes it Dalya sips more coffee I give her my famous Elvis smile what's that for? she asks me whips and chains and leather and whipping I inform is what her M&S; is about Dalya sits open mouthed ***** cow she remarks who does she chain and whip? maybe she's chained and whipped by some guy I suggest God how gross how could she? how ***** and the fact we share tents Dalya says quite concerned I couldn't she remarks I guess not I reply recalling an old flame much older who liked it before *** Dalya sips her coffee in silence in deep thought I sip mine savouring each mouthful recalling the old flame's preference of spanking before *** and the sound like applause in those small concert halls.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
DALYA IN ODENSE 74.
Here's Odense Dalya says looks OK the driver parks the bus (mini bus) and we all disembark an hour and be back the driver informs us so we all go our ways I walk on with Dalya she gassing about things as she does that Yank girl in my tent always on about men who she's had what they've done small details about *** makes me sick Dalya says what do you say to her? I ask her as we sit in a street side café don't say much just listen Dalya says I don't know what to say I order two coffees the waitress a young dame writes it down then goes off I watch her walk away lovely *** I’m thinking why not tell the Yank girl about your **** life? I tell her I don't have a *** life not like hers Dalya says anyway I couldn't just tell her she tells you about hers I couldn’t not details not each part like she does our coffees are brought out to us both the waitress smiles at me and walks off what details? what's she say? can't tell you Dalya says you spoilsport it's not that tell me then Dalya sips her coffee I sip mine watching her her dark hair the stern gaze her thin lips she did say something odd I remember Dalya says what was that? M&S; M&S; yes that's right don't know what it stands for Dalya says but she says she likes it Dalya sips more coffee I give her my famous Elvis smile what's that for? she asks me whips and chains and leather and whipping I inform is what her M&S; is about Dalya sits open mouthed ***** cow she remarks who does she chain and whip? maybe she's chained and whipped by some guy I suggest God how gross how could she? how ***** and the fact we share tents Dalya says quite concerned I couldn't she remarks I guess not I reply recalling an old flame much older who liked it before *** Dalya sips her coffee in silence in deep thought I sip mine savouring each mouthful recalling the old flame's preference of spanking before *** and the sound like applause in those small concert halls.
A COUPLE IN DENMARK IN 1974.
terry-collett
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
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