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All roads lead to Leeds
Being a London Girl, Leeds is not somewhere I would go to unless I knew something big and hard was waiting for me.
My date was certainly big when aroused and knew exactly what to do with the fantastic equipment that nature had endowed him with.
So when I got the call on Thursday Night, I knew I would be heading for the Knightsbridge of the North.
So I put on my best bra and knickers, new stockings and hoped on a Friday afternoon train up to Dirty Leeds for a Dirty Weekend.
We had a really nice suite at a good hotel, plenty of room to get upto no good.
Once there I had to make a quick dash into town to find a branch of Boots and then an Off Licence for some of the essentials for my short notice night or two of fun and then back to the Hotel.
I had plenty of time to play dress up and settled on nice long see through metalic Kimono.
My date called and surprised me by wanting to actually go out, being already dressed for bed, this meant a quick change, mini skirt or Jeans and Jacket? As it was to be pub crawl, jeans and biker jacket it was. Off we went on a tour of a rather busy collection of bars, where I got rather more sloshed than I meant too.
When midnight had struck and I hadn't turned into a pumpkin or worse (like a make up failure!) we headed back to our room to get down to some funny business.
Needless to say, my date (name withheld to protect the magnificent) performed ably despite downing near on a gallon of beer (he might have popped a little blue pill) and I had found a little bit of heaven in Leeds.
Saturday, I got to walk a couple of miles in heels, why do we do such things in the name of fashion. But after our trip out we took a steamy bath in this beauty.
Alas, after our ablutions, I never got to see anymore of the delights of Leeds as I was rather busy satisfying the insatiable.
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