Lons
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Bob
50 Shades of Geordie…
Aa knew as soon as I waalked through the door from dropping the bairn off at me mams hoose that aa was ganna get some.
Aa peeped through the fist-hole in the livin room door and saw the half a rolley borning in the ashtray porched on the arm of me new Bright Hoose corner settee.
The telly was torned reet doon, aa cudn't even hear what Lorraine was sayin’aboot the new fashion for the summer nor nowt.
Then aa saw ‘im and me heart skipped a beat, he'd obviously had a crisis loan from the benefit and been doon to sports Direct ‘cos he was wearing a brand new pair of pants. Y’na – them sexy tracky bottoms as weel as new flossies.
His ripplin white chest peeped oot from behind the zip of his superdry coat, that was sexily zipped only halfway up, just enough to cover the tab burns, but gave me a cheeky glimpse of what was to come.
He pulled me towards him like and whispered "Y'all reet pet" before plantin’ the lips on us, aa trembled under the aroma of Golden Virginia and stale Stella.
He took us there and then, right on the Argos rug whilst wor staffy Tyson looked on. Didn’t even bother to pick up the empty cans, just kicked them oot of the way.
He left withoot a word, but aa knew he would be retornin’ soon, with stories of a fight doon the job centre queue and his joy at finding a poond coin on the floor of the 54 bus.
Aa tried to settle myself doon with a tab but aall the while that one question borned in me heart…
Would he remember me meat pasty from Greggs?
Bob
50 Shades of Geordie…
Aa knew as soon as I waalked through the door from dropping the bairn off at me mams hoose that aa was ganna get some.
Aa peeped through the fist-hole in the livin room door and saw the half a rolley borning in the ashtray porched on the arm of me new Bright Hoose corner settee.
The telly was torned reet doon, aa cudn't even hear what Lorraine was sayin’aboot the new fashion for the summer nor nowt.
Then aa saw ‘im and me heart skipped a beat, he'd obviously had a crisis loan from the benefit and been doon to sports Direct ‘cos he was wearing a brand new pair of pants. Y’na – them sexy tracky bottoms as weel as new flossies.
His ripplin white chest peeped oot from behind the zip of his superdry coat, that was sexily zipped only halfway up, just enough to cover the tab burns, but gave me a cheeky glimpse of what was to come.
He pulled me towards him like and whispered "Y'all reet pet" before plantin’ the lips on us, aa trembled under the aroma of Golden Virginia and stale Stella.
He took us there and then, right on the Argos rug whilst wor staffy Tyson looked on. Didn’t even bother to pick up the empty cans, just kicked them oot of the way.
He left withoot a word, but aa knew he would be retornin’ soon, with stories of a fight doon the job centre queue and his joy at finding a poond coin on the floor of the 54 bus.
Aa tried to settle myself doon with a tab but aall the while that one question borned in me heart…
Would he remember me meat pasty from Greggs?
