On a recent Saturday night my wife suggested we went into the city centre to find a bar that was packed solid so that she could walk into the crowd to hopefully get man-handled. She was feeling particularly horny and brave and we had traveled into the city centre on public transport with my wife wearing only flip-flops and a coat.
We quickly found a bar that was packed solid right up to the door and we both thought it would be ideal for her to get touched up and possibly more, especially as she appeared to be the only female in sight. We squeezed into a corner and with no hesitation she slipped off her flipflops and coat, handed them to me and quickly disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the bar.
I thought that may have been the last I would see of her for some time but surprise, surprise, she was back in no more than fifteen – twenty minutes. Whilst she slipped he coat back on I inquired as to why she was back so quickly and she explained that she was hardly touched and that everyone had moved to let her through the crush with very few of them even touching her. She remarked that she only got slightly excited about three times altogether and that she was very disappointed.
We moved onto another bar, had a few drinks and returned home early enough for my wife to go into our gym and do a workout to tone up for our Sunday cycle run the next day.
An altogether disappointing evening that fell flat.
We are working on another idea and will keep you posted.
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