I am at the apartment, waiting for you to come home. You walk in the door, finally, and I command you to your knees. You drop the tools you hold and do as you are told. You want to argue, but cannot. You were looking forward to coming in and having a beer before dinner, but my appetite differs from yours this evening. You have the notion to yell "Ball", but your buzzing asshole keeps you from doing so. I go to the bedroom and get the blindfold. I bring it into the door way where you kneel and place it over your eyes. I make you stand and I take off your shirt. I run my fingers down your naked ... Continue»
In Aberdeen there is, or at least was until it closed, a club called The Metro.
It was always linked to one main thing, what my friends called Grab-a-Granny. My mates and I always joked about being the youngest people there
Basically put this seemed to be the place that older folks would go.
Sure younger people but.
After a while my friends had stopped going there but I kept going.
I did feel slightly self conscious about drinking on my own a few times but I used to blame it on a bad day at work.
I used to go, have a drink and look at the older women coming to drink. I would flirt with some, fantasise about others, and occasionally get lucky with them.
I would like to share a few tales of these nights.
This is just a little introduction to the stories I’ll post on here.
Hope you like the sound of the set up.
Keep looking out for Nights At The Metro and please, leave any comments, they are always welcome.