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Courting days
[Friday, 13th March, 1959] I am now seriously weird. That’s official, according to KC. A couple of weeks ago, I “dreamed a dream” as my Sunday school teacher used to say (of Joseph and his coat of many colours, I think). When we were saying goodnight, I begged Emma Jane to give me the knickers she had been wearing, which were soaking wet of course. Back home, I wrung them out into a whiskey-tumbler and drank the love-juice. It was clear, but tasted of Drambuie. (KC and I always have a Dram to finish a session in the Allerton.) I wonder what it does taste like? Her scent lingers on my fingers for ages, but I don’t think Emma Jane would be too impressed if I started sucking my fingers while they were still wet enough to taste her. The whiskey and spiced honey of Drambuie seems a distinct possibility. It was a mistake to tell KC. Now he will always ask, as he did tonight, if I want a “pussy-juice chaser” to finish.
[Friday, 13th March, 1959] I am now seriously weird. That’s official, according to KC. A couple of weeks ago, I “dreamed a dream” as my Sunday school teacher used to say (of Joseph and his coat of many colours, I think). When we were saying goodnight, I begged Emma Jane to give me the knickers she had been wearing, which were soaking wet of course. Back home, I wrung them out into a whiskey-tumbler and drank the love-juice. It was clear, but tasted of Drambuie. (KC and I always have a Dram to finish a session in the Allerton.) I wonder what it does taste like? Her scent lingers on my fingers for ages, but I don’t think Emma Jane would be too impressed if I started sucking my fingers while they were still wet enough to taste her. The whiskey and spiced honey of Drambuie seems a distinct possibility. It was a mistake to tell KC. Now he will always ask, as he did tonight, if I want a “pussy-juice chaser” to finish.
