I leaned in for the kiss and… she accepted! Are you getting this boys? I am Ladimus Aurelius Decimus. I Am Ladiator!
ʻAre you gay?’ she asked. We had stopped kissing
This week’s story takes on a unexpected purple tint at Fifty Shade of Greg, as I recount my trip to Hereford on Lads’ ‘Stag Night’ in a tale of doubt and double F boobs.
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