50 Shades of Geordie…
I knew as soon as I warked through the door from dropping the bairn off at me mothers that I was ganna get some.
I peeped through the fist-hole in the living room door and saw the half a rolley burning in the ashtray perched on the arm of me new Bright House corner settee. The telly was turned reet doon, ah cudn't even hear what Lorraine wassayin’ about the new fashion for the summer nor nowt.
Then I saw ‘im and me heart skipped a beat, he'd obviously had a crisis loan and been down the metro, cos he was wearing fresh new tracky bottoms and a brand new pair of flossies, his rippling white chest peeped out from behind the zip of his superdry coat, that was sexily only zipped halfway up just enough to cover the tack burns, but give me a cheeky glimpse of what was to come.
He pulled me towards him and whispered "Y'all reet pet" before plantin’ the lips on me. I trembled under the aroma of Golden Virginia and stale Stella.
He took me reet there and then, reet on me Argos rug whilst our staffy Tyson looked on. He left without a word, but he would be returnin’ soon, with tales of a fight in the job centre queue and his joy at finding a poond coin on the floor of the numba 54 bus.
I tried to settle meeself doon with a tab, but all the while that one question burned in me heart…Would he rememba the meat pasty from Greggs?,
I knew as soon as I warked through the door from dropping the bairn off at me mothers that I was ganna get some.
I peeped through the fist-hole in the living room door and saw the half a rolley burning in the ashtray perched on the arm of me new Bright House corner settee. The telly was turned reet doon, ah cudn't even hear what Lorraine wassayin’ about the new fashion for the summer nor nowt.
Then I saw ‘im and me heart skipped a beat, he'd obviously had a crisis loan and been down the metro, cos he was wearing fresh new tracky bottoms and a brand new pair of flossies, his rippling white chest peeped out from behind the zip of his superdry coat, that was sexily only zipped halfway up just enough to cover the tack burns, but give me a cheeky glimpse of what was to come.
He pulled me towards him and whispered "Y'all reet pet" before plantin’ the lips on me. I trembled under the aroma of Golden Virginia and stale Stella.
He took me reet there and then, reet on me Argos rug whilst our staffy Tyson looked on. He left without a word, but he would be returnin’ soon, with tales of a fight in the job centre queue and his joy at finding a poond coin on the floor of the numba 54 bus.
I tried to settle meeself doon with a tab, but all the while that one question burned in me heart…Would he rememba the meat pasty from Greggs?,
