An Irish Man And A Welsh Girl Went Into A Pub

I went for a drink with an Irish man today. He is argumentative and cocky, he is fun to play words with. I didn't want to talk to him, I wanted to fuck him, but circumstance didn't allow it and well, it was the first time I'd met him.

I watched him talk, he talked about the army, about his job now. He talked a lot about himself. I was fine with that.

I watched his eyes, looked at his dark hair, traced the muscles in his arms and his legs, as he changed position in his chair, gesturing and chatting about opinions.

When we parted he kissed me, soft them hard. I was a bit clumsy. I tend to be, but it was nice.

I think he's going to be fun in bed, I'm looking forward to finding out.