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Memories,oh sweet memories
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Memories,oh sweet memories Trying my best cheer myself up through this lock down,tired of online shopping,not the same thing as actually going shopping,been thinking back better times and yes i got myself off,not the same without the touch of my handsome young boyfriend Karim but nonetheless satisfied myself. Well i do not know whether you had these events in your own country but here they use to have what were called grab a granny night in nightclubs,once a week or once a month,i suppose it was a way to get punters through the doors on those quiet weekday evenings/nights. I absolutely adored them,use to go a lot and check out the talent,use to go to different towns and see if there was any difference in the experience,i guess i would be around my early to mid fifties. I use to make a point of getting a new outfit,comprising low cut high hemmed minidress,new sexy stockings as they never lasted more than one night,same with my g string,forever lost them,still do,and some gorgeous heels,that i could totter and strut about in,use to love to dance,think that why i have the legs i have,as still went clubbing till my early 60's. Those dark big nightclubs,why on earth were they dotted mostly in bad run down parts of town god only knows but enjoyed them all the same,like i say i use to shop during the day for new outfit i could wear to these events,as never liked to wear the same outfit,that is if it lasted the night with so many lusty amorous young men there,mmmmm,just get hot thinking about it. I would arrive early,check my fur coat in and head straight for the bar get a few inside me,if it was a cold evening or also to build my confidence up as there were some better looking ladies than me there,always was,so i had to make sure i more was game and readily available to almost any young man,as long as he was tall and half way decent,though at the end of the night it certainly did not matter,as we were all drunk and out for a good time. I would hit the dance floor and soon be swallowed up in the crowd,these were dark places and the wandering hands were everywhere,held my clutch bag tightly saw other ladies had bigger handbags dancing around them,i never went in for a big handbag,as long as i could stuff a lipstick or lip gloss in there along with my chanel perfume atomiser and some that was all i cared about,oh and along with a fresh g string,if i got lucky more than once. It would not take long before hands were over ,accessing my wares and very close,up personal dancing,hands slipping under hem of tight minidress and squeezing my bum cheeks and feeling their hardness pressed into just about does it for ,especially when they know i got stockings on,before being pulled to a dark corner or being led down a hall way to the toilets and shoved in a cubicle,most times in the mens,and taken advantaged of,hem of minidress soon up around my waist,my g string pulled slightly down or pulled to one side and hearing the same thing happening in nearby cubicles with other ladies starting early. Then back out on dancefloor after making visit to the ladies to freshen up and re apply my make up and perfume and hit the dance floor,never needed to go to bar as my drinks were always bought for me,sometimes i would last the night,other times i would hook my claws in someone and be out in alleyway shagging them by midnight,sometimes if i was still feeling a buzz i would re enter the club,there were some very nice doormen who let me back in even if it was full and gave them my soiled silk g string as payment,or use to pull them down alleyway,ask for a smoke,and give them a blow job,oh they were the days,long gone now but never forgotten |
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