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I remember the first time we met. My mind was a flutter wondering if I'd know how to recognise her. Was she as I imagined? Had my friends been telling the truth about her? So there I am. Everyone looking on. Then in the distance, I saw her appear. She was bigger than I imagined but certainly more beautiful than I could have pictured. Adrenaline gushed into my system. My pulse quickened. My face broke a smile. My mask flooded. Her name was the Rozi and there she lay before me.
Approximately 1 year since our last encounter I was back in her neighbourhood but I'd been told there was a new kid in town. Apparently she was the business. Sleek, sexy, and without the wrinkles of age. Just one week old and the centre of many a man's fantasy on this small island. I couldn't refuse a quick, lustful glimpse. Sure enough it was true. The shiny skin, the powerful build, the cute rear are all quite irresistible. You leave the A125/P89/Patrol Boat (some ambiguity over name) knowing you've been touched.
Then, however, as I returned to my first love I was a kid in a candyshop again. The same feeling of adrenaline. A new feeling of anticipation. An eagerness. Again, as with every time before, all my feelings were rewarded. She treated me with the same care she had before. Her feel was so familiar. She looked just the same. A few more beauty spots but still dreamy for a girl of her age.
After spending the morning with my ladies I was satisfied. I was excited. I was unrelenting. I must have been narked.
It's been a while since I've been in touch. I know. Life here though, is always an adventure and internet is interwoven in sporadic sessions without the opportunity for creativity.
I can sense a change in the wind. The hum of incessant tourists is becoming less intrusive. The days seem shorter. The heat has become a mild 33C and as we toast the days' end each evening, September has lept upon me... growling and snarling. Time is up Rob. The Maltese Great Escape is now being hatched and the late Irish summer is a beckoning. I look forward to seeing you all soon enough once things are firmly tied down here in the Med.
Until then stay well, stay in touch and above all else... stay cool.
Your Maltese Wreck Pimp
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