DTS
The Business
We have not had a good old lads chat for a while and I think its about time we got another going.
So my topic for today is "Who have you been dying to sleep with only to get there and be totally disapointed by there performance".
Mine happened as recently as this summer. I was given a mortgage lead by a bloke that I used to work with about this girl who worked at a well know London premiership club. She was looking to buy with her boyfriend.
Normally people will only pass you business in my line of work if they can't do it themselves or the customer is a complete nightmare.
I Spoke to the girl and she seemed nice and asked to come in as her and her boyfriend wanted to "eyeball" the person who would do the mortgage. I agreed and a date was set.
They came in a few days later. As soon as I met them I liked the look of her. I won't name her for safety reasons. However he was a massive skinhead. A tradesman with arms like trees.
She was wearing a lovely trouser suit and a tight fitting blouse. He hardly spoke other than to grunt but I did enough in the interview to win the mortgage.
They found a place and the process started. I only dealt with her as she was office based and easy to contact.
You can guess what came next. Bit by bit she started asking me if I had a bird etc etc. Anyway - Out of the blue she said shall we go for a drink one night. It was real catch 22 as I liked her but he would butcher me if he knew. Finally after a few re-assuring emails I agreed.
We met by Borough in an old mans pub and got on great. We spoke all night. I left her at London Bridge and boarded the train home. As I got to Croydon got a text saying "Wish you had kissed me".
This started weeks of texting which started out very romantically but ended up as pure smut. Not just saying this but it was all her leading it. I was still unsure about Giant Haystacks in the background.
Finally I got the text that all men want - The "Do you want me text?" I agreed and a date was set. She was to drive down mine in Brighton for a day of passion. I was game on.
Sunday came and she was texting me smut all her drive down from London. I was at home waiting with minty breath for her arrival.
Finally she arrived - I antipacted the best love making of my life. What I actually got was infact a lifeless body that made zero effort. I would have had more gratification watching Hollyoaks. All her texts about what she wanted to do to me were not followed through.
If I had wanted to I am sure I could have done her under the trade descriptions act. A total waste of an afternoon.
To make matters worse she text me on the way home and said "Best Sex ever".
It got even worse as about a week later she broke up with the gorilla she was dating. She no longer could afford to buy costing me personally about £700 in lost income.
I still get smutty text from her now and again but now I just deleted them. What a waste of time.
So my topic for today is "Who have you been dying to sleep with only to get there and be totally disapointed by there performance".
Mine happened as recently as this summer. I was given a mortgage lead by a bloke that I used to work with about this girl who worked at a well know London premiership club. She was looking to buy with her boyfriend.
Normally people will only pass you business in my line of work if they can't do it themselves or the customer is a complete nightmare.
I Spoke to the girl and she seemed nice and asked to come in as her and her boyfriend wanted to "eyeball" the person who would do the mortgage. I agreed and a date was set.
They came in a few days later. As soon as I met them I liked the look of her. I won't name her for safety reasons. However he was a massive skinhead. A tradesman with arms like trees.
She was wearing a lovely trouser suit and a tight fitting blouse. He hardly spoke other than to grunt but I did enough in the interview to win the mortgage.
They found a place and the process started. I only dealt with her as she was office based and easy to contact.
You can guess what came next. Bit by bit she started asking me if I had a bird etc etc. Anyway - Out of the blue she said shall we go for a drink one night. It was real catch 22 as I liked her but he would butcher me if he knew. Finally after a few re-assuring emails I agreed.
We met by Borough in an old mans pub and got on great. We spoke all night. I left her at London Bridge and boarded the train home. As I got to Croydon got a text saying "Wish you had kissed me".
This started weeks of texting which started out very romantically but ended up as pure smut. Not just saying this but it was all her leading it. I was still unsure about Giant Haystacks in the background.
Finally I got the text that all men want - The "Do you want me text?" I agreed and a date was set. She was to drive down mine in Brighton for a day of passion. I was game on.
Sunday came and she was texting me smut all her drive down from London. I was at home waiting with minty breath for her arrival.
Finally she arrived - I antipacted the best love making of my life. What I actually got was infact a lifeless body that made zero effort. I would have had more gratification watching Hollyoaks. All her texts about what she wanted to do to me were not followed through.
If I had wanted to I am sure I could have done her under the trade descriptions act. A total waste of an afternoon.
To make matters worse she text me on the way home and said "Best Sex ever".
It got even worse as about a week later she broke up with the gorilla she was dating. She no longer could afford to buy costing me personally about £700 in lost income.
I still get smutty text from her now and again but now I just deleted them. What a waste of time.