I am not very romantic. In fact I am hopeless. But I do give a mean blow job. And one can’t be good at everything.
I met Pam on the beach when I was twelve. My family had just moved into the area and I was thrilled to be living so near the sea. I couldn’t wait to hear the roar of the ocean and feel the sand run through my fingers.
After Greece I couldn’t bare to be cooped up in the city, like a bleedin battery hen. Bought a tent and went down to the coast. Found a nice little spot by the sea and I got to pitch up on some farm land