who cheat, although chopping off their bollocks may prove more than difficult but the sentiment is there . . . pour yourself a drink, Dean. I’m not drinking to that alone.’
His passionate expression morphed into a relaxed smile. ‘It’ll have to be a soft one, I’m driving. I’ll have an orange juice.’
Isla’s mouth turned down. ‘Orange juice, smorange juice! We can’t put the world to rights on an orange. For goodness sake, man . . . just one won’t hurt, will it?’
Pursing his lips and giving it some consideration, he poured himself a small glass of Merlot and raised it to hover near Isla’s.
She grinned. ‘Okay, so here’s to men’s dicks shrivelling up and dropping off if they so much as go near a woman when they’re committed to another.’
They clinked glasses and Dean took a sip, but Isla downed a mouthful.
He laughed. ‘And here’s to lawmakers the world over, waking up in the morning and decreeing that men’s bollocks will be chopped off if they fuck around. And women’s . . .’
‘Women’s vaginas being stapled with rusty staples . . . with a straw inserted into their pee-holes if they cheat on their partner,’ Isla chimed.
Dean’s face contorted. ‘Oh God, that’s evil. You can’t mutilate a gorgeous pussy. That’s just wrong.’
‘Hey, if they cheat, they deserve it. After all, I worship cocks but I’m willing to see them shrivel up to look like maggots before they fall off. Fair’s fair, Deano.’
Dean didn’t appear to notice the slight slurring of her words. ‘Oh okay then. I suppose I can get past the thought of a beautiful pussy being defaced if it belonged to a cheater . . . I wouldn’t want to be near it anyway. Oh and I’d be warned by the forehead tattoo so I wouldn’t ever have the misfortune of getting up close and personal with one. Cheers!’
‘Exactly. Cheers.’
They clinked glasses and, as Dean sipped his, Isla drained hers and held it out for a refill. Dean was chuckling as he obliged.
‘What?’ she demanded as he passed back her glass.
‘You,’ he grinned. ‘ I worship cocks . . . what are you like?’
Shrugging, she replied, the slurring in evidence once more, ‘Honest. That’s what. A cock is a thing of beauty and it’s pretty damned amazing. I know they’re all different but that just makes each unique cock extra amazing. One minute it’s all soft and cute and it morphs in seconds into a truncheon. And if it’s uncircumcised . . . fuck me! That silky soft hood slipping back to reveal the proud, purplish head . . . it’s totally breathtaking . . . and makes me as horny as fuck. And oh God, yeah, if it’s glistening with precum . . . that makes me drool with anticipation. My mouth will gape open and my tongue will wet my lips . . . without any conscious thought . . . it will just want to wrap itself around that cock and taste it and even when it does, it’s not enough. It wants to milk it dry. You don’t want to know what that does to me . . . nipples like granite . . . pussy clenches galore . . . soggy knickers are guaranteed . . . as is a noisy, sloppy blow job.’
If she’d been sober, she might have thought that Dean wasn’t listening. He was standing stock-still as though paralysed. He eventually shook himself out of it, as if leaving hypnosis, but he continued to stand there, regarding her with a strange expression on his face as he drained his glass. The bar hid the movement of his hand from her eyes, as he subtly rearranged the contents of his boxers before pouring himself another glass of wine. He took a slug but it didn’t hit the spot so he poured himself a large bourbon and knocked it back. His lips pulled back as the liquid burned his throat, but still he could not shake off the images Isla had conjured in his mind of her worshipping cock. His cock. So he poured another.
Blissfully unaware, she continued, ‘I guess it’s the same for you men when it comes to pussies. Each one is uniquely beautiful in the
His passionate expression morphed into a relaxed smile. ‘It’ll have to be a soft one, I’m driving. I’ll have an orange juice.’
Isla’s mouth turned down. ‘Orange juice, smorange juice! We can’t put the world to rights on an orange. For goodness sake, man . . . just one won’t hurt, will it?’
Pursing his lips and giving it some consideration, he poured himself a small glass of Merlot and raised it to hover near Isla’s.
She grinned. ‘Okay, so here’s to men’s dicks shrivelling up and dropping off if they so much as go near a woman when they’re committed to another.’
They clinked glasses and Dean took a sip, but Isla downed a mouthful.
He laughed. ‘And here’s to lawmakers the world over, waking up in the morning and decreeing that men’s bollocks will be chopped off if they fuck around. And women’s . . .’
‘Women’s vaginas being stapled with rusty staples . . . with a straw inserted into their pee-holes if they cheat on their partner,’ Isla chimed.
Dean’s face contorted. ‘Oh God, that’s evil. You can’t mutilate a gorgeous pussy. That’s just wrong.’
‘Hey, if they cheat, they deserve it. After all, I worship cocks but I’m willing to see them shrivel up to look like maggots before they fall off. Fair’s fair, Deano.’
Dean didn’t appear to notice the slight slurring of her words. ‘Oh okay then. I suppose I can get past the thought of a beautiful pussy being defaced if it belonged to a cheater . . . I wouldn’t want to be near it anyway. Oh and I’d be warned by the forehead tattoo so I wouldn’t ever have the misfortune of getting up close and personal with one. Cheers!’
‘Exactly. Cheers.’
They clinked glasses and, as Dean sipped his, Isla drained hers and held it out for a refill. Dean was chuckling as he obliged.
‘What?’ she demanded as he passed back her glass.
‘You,’ he grinned. ‘ I worship cocks . . . what are you like?’
Shrugging, she replied, the slurring in evidence once more, ‘Honest. That’s what. A cock is a thing of beauty and it’s pretty damned amazing. I know they’re all different but that just makes each unique cock extra amazing. One minute it’s all soft and cute and it morphs in seconds into a truncheon. And if it’s uncircumcised . . . fuck me! That silky soft hood slipping back to reveal the proud, purplish head . . . it’s totally breathtaking . . . and makes me as horny as fuck. And oh God, yeah, if it’s glistening with precum . . . that makes me drool with anticipation. My mouth will gape open and my tongue will wet my lips . . . without any conscious thought . . . it will just want to wrap itself around that cock and taste it and even when it does, it’s not enough. It wants to milk it dry. You don’t want to know what that does to me . . . nipples like granite . . . pussy clenches galore . . . soggy knickers are guaranteed . . . as is a noisy, sloppy blow job.’
If she’d been sober, she might have thought that Dean wasn’t listening. He was standing stock-still as though paralysed. He eventually shook himself out of it, as if leaving hypnosis, but he continued to stand there, regarding her with a strange expression on his face as he drained his glass. The bar hid the movement of his hand from her eyes, as he subtly rearranged the contents of his boxers before pouring himself another glass of wine. He took a slug but it didn’t hit the spot so he poured himself a large bourbon and knocked it back. His lips pulled back as the liquid burned his throat, but still he could not shake off the images Isla had conjured in his mind of her worshipping cock. His cock. So he poured another.
Blissfully unaware, she continued, ‘I guess it’s the same for you men when it comes to pussies. Each one is uniquely beautiful in the
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