Thursday, 27 December 2012

They're Just Pieces Of Meat To The Man



The pub was packed with tourists and Londoners. There wasn't a spare seat in the house. Glen's two female companions leant on his muscular frame. They had probably been on their feet for a few hours, and now they were tired. What they would have given for two barstools to perch themselves upon. Glen ignored the girls. He didn't give a fuck about them being tired. If they were weary, they could go. He had girls everywhere. They were just two of the many sluts which stuck to him. Here, he gave a lesson to me on how women should be treated. The Man had no time for love affairs and affection. To him, a woman was a piece of meat which was there to be fucked. Cunt, arse or mouth. These are the openings into which he emptied his balls on a regular basis, whenever he wasn't sat at a bar, drinking his lager like a fucking queer.
 
 
Glen - a real man - treating his girls like dirt.
Extract taken from "The Londoners 2" - an Ebook for Kindle, by Luke Ryman, availabe via Amazon.


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