Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Real Love

She was already controlling me, and it was scary. Nobody or nothing had ever controlled me before. There had been other women, but only for quick excursions into their loose c*nts. The dirty slags who come into the pub every Saturday night, looking for free drinks in exchange for a few seconds of intercourse in an unmade bed or the back of a car. The slags who outnumber the classy, refined ladies, like Jill, and who give womanhood a terrible name.

Dave Cooper happy to be in love with a refined woman. Extract taken from "The Londoners" - An ebook for Kindle, by Luke Ryman.

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