MBS1969
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Name - Jason Craft
Age - 28
Occupation - Banker
5ft11, Well built, Brown hair, Blue eyes.
Presently laid on a beach in Portugal with a frown on his face and the world on his shoulders.
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Here I was, laid on a beach in the Algarve in the middle of August, the sun beating down on my gradually bowning skin. It had been three weeks since I'd left England and my old life. I didn't know when I'd return, I hadn't left a forwarding address, just a short note that I needed time out, and for my friends not to worry about me.
So here I was, doing my impression of a steak on a barbecue. All that I needed was a salad garnish and I'd have made a tasty meal for someone. The first week I'd been here I had sunbathed by the hotel pool, but I appeared to have become a prime target for every lonely divorcee and single middle aged female in the place. Since I'd found this secluded cove I had come here every day and in the last week had not even been pestered once. I'd even got to the position where I sunbathed naked, so confident I was of my seclusion.
I was just about beginning to relax, for the first time since that fateful night when I'd found my fiancee Tilly riding my future best man's cock, on my own bed! I'd left without a word and thankfully when I had returned many hours later, drunk and dishevelled she was gone. The phone had rung frequently the next day as I had packed my bags but I ignored it and left for the airport. Four hours later I had landed at Faro airport, hired a car and found myself accomodation.
Twenty eight years of age, my friends had warned me not to settle down, not to get engaged. My female friends had all told me that she couldn't be trusted and my male friends had all told me she was too good for me. I hadn't listened though, thought life was perfect until life came crashing down around me. I was ready for my own company now and laid here on the beach, lost in my own thoughts and plans for the future, or rather lack of plans for the future. I was a man lost.
OOC - I need a special woman who can snap me out of my depression, who can me make love and lust again. It can be either a local or a tourist but will need to be special to perk me up again.
Age - 28
Occupation - Banker
5ft11, Well built, Brown hair, Blue eyes.
Presently laid on a beach in Portugal with a frown on his face and the world on his shoulders.
----------------
Here I was, laid on a beach in the Algarve in the middle of August, the sun beating down on my gradually bowning skin. It had been three weeks since I'd left England and my old life. I didn't know when I'd return, I hadn't left a forwarding address, just a short note that I needed time out, and for my friends not to worry about me.
So here I was, doing my impression of a steak on a barbecue. All that I needed was a salad garnish and I'd have made a tasty meal for someone. The first week I'd been here I had sunbathed by the hotel pool, but I appeared to have become a prime target for every lonely divorcee and single middle aged female in the place. Since I'd found this secluded cove I had come here every day and in the last week had not even been pestered once. I'd even got to the position where I sunbathed naked, so confident I was of my seclusion.
I was just about beginning to relax, for the first time since that fateful night when I'd found my fiancee Tilly riding my future best man's cock, on my own bed! I'd left without a word and thankfully when I had returned many hours later, drunk and dishevelled she was gone. The phone had rung frequently the next day as I had packed my bags but I ignored it and left for the airport. Four hours later I had landed at Faro airport, hired a car and found myself accomodation.
Twenty eight years of age, my friends had warned me not to settle down, not to get engaged. My female friends had all told me that she couldn't be trusted and my male friends had all told me she was too good for me. I hadn't listened though, thought life was perfect until life came crashing down around me. I was ready for my own company now and laid here on the beach, lost in my own thoughts and plans for the future, or rather lack of plans for the future. I was a man lost.
OOC - I need a special woman who can snap me out of my depression, who can me make love and lust again. It can be either a local or a tourist but will need to be special to perk me up again.