My answer: about 150. She then asked me how many had I gone out with and spent money on them. My answer: About 150. She then asked me how many could I...remember their names. My answer: About 130 that I can still remember the names AND phone numbers. She didn't believe a word I said so she then asked my roomate the same questions about me. His answer: About 150. What point do I want to make here? I have more experience than the character in "High Fidelity" and could write a better book. But it. ..I´m just a Dirty slut, and I like it that way :-)Excuse my Spelling by the way.This summer I spend a lot of time at a Swedish nude beach. And there was a lot of sex I can tell you. This time I had one of my fuckbuddies, John, with me. John is a big guy with lots of muscles so he could protect me at the beach, when I wanted to be dogged. Another great thing with John is his cock - 25 cm rock hard, and thick as hell. I can´t tell you how many time he had made my ass ake even now when Im really. ’ ‘Nikki will be a few minutes late by the way.’ It was only minutes later when Margo came in saying, ‘Damn I hate the winter time. It’s so utterly depressing.’ ‘The wintertime blues,’ Tony offered. ‘You can call it anything you want, but it’s still depressing and seems to go on forever.’ ‘At least it isn’t snowing.’ ‘I’d welcome snow right now just for a change of scenery.’ ‘You gonna be cranky tonight?’ ‘Of course not. In fact I feel better just from bitching about it. Hey, where’s Nikki,. ...but we weren't going to stay for pudding. It was quite clear that we both wanted to shag like rabbits and you could sense the sexual anticipation. As we left the restaurant it was a foggy night, and she pointed out to me that I couldn't possibly go home to South West London. I had an urge to bend her over a car in the street and lift her skirt up, but managed to control myself. We eventually got to her front door, and she invited me in. As the door closed, I pushed her against the hallway.