" He obliged with the speed and ease of an experienced festivalrollee, and tossed her one to smoke, which she did, half leaning out ofthe window, lett...ng the street smells in along with a delicious coolingbreeze."Is that by Junji Ito?" He was looking at the black and white poster onthe wall, a blown up panel from Ito's Uzumaki, depicting one of thecharacters having their head devoured by a spiral, her eye collapsinginto the void where her brain should be."Yeah, there's a couple of books on the. Man catch. And whatever happens in the bushes is the way of the world.But it's even more true online than in the real world.Every woman I talk to online and/or meet in real life thereafter always says they get literally hundreds of messages from men over the course of a given week.They may be dull. They may be inappropriate. They may be written in txt spk. They may be long, langourous enticements, promising delights beyond your ken. they may be rude and crude, nasty, brutish and short. They may. Standing and relieving myself in runs two lovely ladyboys from next door. Who proceed to do there make up and have a good look at my cock for good measure! Now at this point I hadn't any feelings one way or another, but now I was very curious indeed! So I made my way back to my friends at the bar finished my drink and with a lame excuse left in the direction of the ladyboy bar, feeling nervous as hell I entered. It was dark with loud music and only a few punters in. But at least 10 girls in. I could hear the slurping and could tell how wet she was by the sounds her pussy was making as the fingers pushed inside her. I could see how the woman with her ass in the air was abusing, stretching and forcing her fingers inside, more than a gentle caress with care, she was really aggressive. The visual of this woman being treated so rough had me rock hard and was sending me over the edge. I wanted to take out my cock and stroke it to the sight of what was before me but was afraid of what.