Smooth flirting.

[withnallstoke]

Pulling up on my throbbing 112cc bike outside an appartment block, i couldn't help but notice a very short skirted wench sat astride her motorbike applying her make up.

Being a bit of a perv, i decided to pull up next to the legs for a better look and maybe instigate a casual conversation which would end, no doubt, in sexual intercourse in the very near future.

I put my hand into my trouser pocket and by wiggling my hand quickly i managed to locate what i was after.
Deftly pulling tobacco out of the see through plastic bag and putting most of it into a cigarette paper, i thought i would astonish and delight the wench with the legs with my ability to knock up a roly.

I knew by now her lady juices would be starting to flow and decided to smoke my hand rolled masterpiece whilst i waited for her to slide off the bike seat.
I lit the end, took a deep inhale to show how hard i was, but the ciggy burnt all the way down on one side causing a fine cloud of paper ash to travel in her direction, and i flinched a little bit as the burning paper singed my fingers.

As she rode rapidly off, i casually looked around to check nobody was watching as i licked my index finger and used it to extinguish the expanding burn hole in my shirt.

Maybe next time, eh?

[The Fresh Prince]

Maybe you were being too subtle. These short skirted tarts need the direct approach.

[poorfalang]

Back to MRS Palmer then Withnall

[poorfalang]

Dont know if it was the tobacco or your facial hair that made her ride rapidly off.

[withnallstoke]

These short skirted tarts need the direct approach.

She was all uniformed up - probably worked in an opticians.

Back to MRS Palmer then Withnall

I would, but i've got a fucking burn blister on my finger.

[somtamslap]

worked in an opticians.

I'd say you're long overdue a check-up considering the amount of wanking you do.

[nevets]

Most have little shorts on under neath the skirt so its a con.

[nevets]

Following the girls upstairs on the bus was much better when i was a young lad.

[withnallstoke]

Following the girls upstairs on the bus was much better when i was a young lad.

Got any photos?

Polaroids can be scanned.

[BaitongBoy]

^ They only had powder-fired flashes back then...

[withnallstoke]

They only had powder-fired flashes back then

Has nevets got any eyebrows left?

[Satonic]

Most have little shorts on under neath the skirt so its a con.

I hate it when they do that. Should be illegal!

[BaitongBoy]

^^He prefers singed muffs, too...

[klong toey]

I was watching the first season of Only Fools And Horses last night.
Recommend you watch a few episodes and get some tips of Del boy.

[Satonic]

I was watching the first season of Only Fools And Horses last night.
Recommend you watch a few episodes and get some tips of Del boy.

Have a green for your splendid choice in tv entertainment

[chassamui]

Withnail is about as smooth as a cloggers rasp.

[withnallstoke]

Withnail is about as smooth as a cloggers rasp.

The lass was clearly gagging for it.

She chose to ride off quickly because she knew she was about to throw herself upon me with wild abandon, and she had to mop up the mess she had made on her bike seat before it attracted clouds of flies.

[baldrick]

and she had to mop up the mess she had made on her bike seat before it attracted clouds of flies.

you failed to tell us she had been picking the scabs

[ltnt]

Try hanging out under the "Central," escalator's if you want views...so I'm told. 6 floors...

[withnallstoke]

you failed to tell us she had been picking the scabs

I haven't sexually intercoursed with her yet.

[withnallstoke]

Try hanging out under the "Central," escalator's if you want views...so I'm told. 6 floors...

Don't try and bring my romantic encounter down to the level of an escalator perv.
This was a pre-ordained chance meeting of two like minded souls, cast in the heavens by the angels.

[ltnt]

Don't try and bring my romantic encounter down to the level of an escalator perv. This was a pre-ordained chance meeting of two like minded souls, cast in the heavens by the angels.

Yes it was. With downcast eyes he flirts with the motocy girl, doing his best James Dean. she abruptly farts in his direction, sending the scent of a thousand homosexual skunks into his bleary red eyes.

Ah yes, the chance meeting of two kindred souls swimming in the abyss of Bangkok's Soi 33, the well known Artists Soi.

He follows her up the escalator toward Emporiums and sites the furry nag hanging between her thighs. Ugggh, he sighs, balls, testicles and all hanging down betwix her fine plumage, penile duct taped to her thigh.

Devastated he resumes his ride further into the bowels of Emporiums escalator divining rod. No more Hendriks and Tull for James Dean, its back to the Moody Blues and Long John Baldertrain....

[chassamui]

I haven't sexually intercoursed with her yet.

I should hope not. I believe a little more social discourse than burning your fingers on a roll up is deemed polite before you smash her back doors in.
Romantic fool.

[woolyback]

Pulling up on my throbbing 112cc bike outside an appartment block, i couldn't help but notice a very short skirted wench sat astride her motorbike applying her make up.

Being a bit of a perv, i decided to pull up next to the legs for a better look and maybe instigate a casual conversation which would end, no doubt, in sexual intercourse in the very near future.

I put my hand into my trouser pocket and by wiggling my hand quickly i managed to locate what i was after.
Deftly pulling tobacco out of the see through plastic bag and putting most of it into a cigarette paper, i thought i would astonish and delight the wench with the legs with my ability to knock up a roly.

I knew by now her lady juices would be starting to flow and decided to smoke my hand rolled masterpiece whilst i waited for her to slide off the bike seat.
I lit the end, took a deep inhale to show how hard i was, but the ciggy burnt all the way down on one side causing a fine cloud of paper ash to travel in her direction, and i flinched a little bit as the burning paper singed my fingers.

As she rode rapidly off, i casually looked around to check nobody was watching as i licked my index finger and used it to extinguish the expanding burn hole in my shirt.

Maybe next time, eh?

love your honesty lmfao

[withnallstoke]

With downcast eyes he flirts with the motocy girl, doing his best James Dean. she abruptly farts in his direction, sending the scent of a thousand homosexual skunks into his bleary red eyes. Ah yes, the chance meeting of two kindred souls swimming in the abyss of Bangkok's Soi 33, the well known Artists Soi. He follows her up the escalator toward Emporiums and sites the furry nag hanging between her thighs. Ugggh, he sighs, balls, testicles and all hanging down betwix her fine plumage, penile duct taped to her thigh.

Bit of a secret romantic eh?

I might pop up to Bangkok to take a look at these artists sois you mention.

Would they be likely to take advantage of a weary traveller, heartbroken, finger blistered and three parts pissed?