The Goth Persuasion - Sex Stories

The Goth Persuasion

... didn't mean shit! One day I got a text saying that John had asked for a trial separation. She was pretty resolute and optimistic about the whole thing despite him and his k**s meaning so much to her. She was just a nympho, right? We ended up meeting locally for a few drinks one sunny hot day and it wasn't long before she was attracting attention to herself in the old corset and short skirt routine. It was nothing new to me. Some older people looked kind of disgusted. We just made fun of them. But then when the dirty old men started to interrupt us to introduce themselves it got a bit creepy. I thought it was going to come to a head when evening drew in and people just didn't let up on her. She went to refresh herself in the ladies room and some twat in a rugby shirt with a crew cut and a moustache - who looked suspiciously like cricketer Ian Botham after too much coke on his Shredded Wheat - approached me and asked, 'is that your girlfriend?' 'What of it?' I asked plainly. 'Is she or isn't she?' 'Why are you asking me?' 'Because if you're not going to be taking advantage of that later I will,' he says with a suspect look in his eye that is quickly overshadowed by my fist. He stumbled back and hit a table, landing in the lap of an unsuspecting older gent, as his wife jumped out of her skin, knocking their drinks over. Debbie saw it and was coming back to the table cautiously when I stood up and confronted him, calling him a disrespectful shit. That was all she wrote, the ...

... barman kicked us out and then I was explaining to her what had happened. 'Sorry I just can't deal with dirty old bastards who have no boundaries. I might say some shit but I don't invite myself into their faces to see if it doesn't get them a flat nose!' 'Doesn't bother me, what did he say?' Debbie asked. We started to walk aimlessly down the main road, not really knowing where we were headed to. 'He said if I wasn't taking advantage of &#034that&#034 later then he would,' I explained. 'He was right up in my face, I could almost smell his chippy dinner.' Debbie laughed at that and then offered her sympathies. I saw her bite her lower lip for a second as she seemed to become so briefly lost in thought. She sighed then. 'Why is it always the creepy ones?' 'I dunno, but hey you have no shortage of offers, so you really shouldn't complain,' I joked. It didn't go down that well. There was no tumbleweed but it got pretty quiet. 'See, and now we're on the subject of sex again. How does this always happen to us?' ...Hmmm... 'Because you're obsessed?' I guessed. 'I'm so fucking wet right now is what I am...'Heh... 'Really?' She nodded, however avoiding eye contact with me as we walked. 'Seeing you knock that pervert on his arse really got me hot,' she confessed. 'Look, I know I'm being forward right now but I know me and John will get back together, I just want a really fucking good seeing to. We're separated, that's not cheating, right?' I shook my head clearly. No, it wasn't. And as much ...