4.3

What a disappointment. I was expecting raw passion, roaming hands and flirting. Kisses that would fire up my loins. But no, I got ten minutes on his couch of some kind of thing you couldn't even pass off as groping never mind foreplay. Then we got to bed and ten minutes would be flattering, with what I wouldn't call a stick of rock. There was something very flimsy and nervous about this "man", unless I didn't do it for him. Oh, I don't know. I don't think I'll try to find out about this one. He seems to have become a bit of a deflated idea, he doesn't fit the sheet.