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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