Whinging
Back in my twenties I was living in Sydney and working as an Aerobic Instructor. I was fit, healthy, young and for me at least, kind of pretty. As a result I receive a fair amount of attention from good looking guys which resulted, from time to time in, some decent shagging. Not that I was the village bike or anything, that was Sevens job, but I was certainly reasonably "popular". I had met someone the night before and had enjoyed an evenings entertainment. As usual, my friends and I met up at Morgans around 11 to enjoy breakfast and …Read the Rest