OK, you got the 5 I have now.
I don't know if I told this story before.
If you don't like dirty pussies, stop reading now.
When I was in graduate school, the hippie culture had either changed into
something else or largely disappeared.
For a dirty dog like me, this was a grave disappointment.
I had become much less eager to look for girlfriends. I would have been happy
just to have one girlfriend forever, probably, but we were in school and GFs
usually disappeared to go to work in some other part of the country or go home
after they graduated, etc.....
So, I was hanging out in my favorite bar to quench the stress of my studying and
this wonderful woman approached me. She wore patchouli, which I always liked and
she had this delightful naughty twinkle in her eye.
She asked me "You go to 'my school (fill in the blank here)' don't you? I asked
her how she knew that and she said that her friend had pointed me out as the TA
for a probability course she was taking.
So, we started chatting and we really, really liked each other right away.
She was from a town that was on the border between Germany and France and seemed
to have absorbed the best of both cultures.
We decided to go to another bar and I drove us there. It was obvious she was
horny and she started talking (or perhaps I should say ALLUDING TO) sex right
away.
Since she was being so open, i Decided to forwarn her that we might not be
compatible. Of, she asked me why and I basically told that I didn't like being
with women who washed their cunts.
She replied with something like "Well, of course you want to enjoy my body that
way. That's a beautiful gift for a woman to give to a man. Don't you get that
from girls here in this country?"
The relationship I had with this woman was absolutely breathtaking.
Unfortunately she was in her senior year and she left to go home in about 6
months.
Another gal I should have married.....
-nice
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