Love

So a man known to me only as "Asian Nice" saw me again today. Approximately halfway through, he looked at me with a very serious look on his face.
"I'm falling in love with you, you know that?" he said, slowing his thrusts down.
"Oh." I avert his gaze.
"I know, it's not exactly what you want to be hearing is it." Then he held me closer and started pounding away again, finishing early so he could spend the last five minutes with me in his arms.
I was reminded of many things, the way he said it. Never mind, at least I got money off him. And I'm doing better than Susan, who recently had a man insert a Twix bar up her! He wanted her to take a bite out of it after it had melted all over her twat, to which she replied,
"No thanks, I'm on a diet!" Best. Remark. Ever.

Just this second I saw a young English dude who was absolutely fine, found his way perfectly, was okay with the money then as soon as I kissed him freaked out completely. "I'm meant to be getting married tomorrow," he exclaimed, blushing; "and this was meant to be a present from one of me mates! I can't do it though. Sorry. I feel like such a twat." Then off he popped. Love, eh?