Trainspotter has sent my sex life off the rails!
Dear Jemma, I’VE just started seeing a new fella and everything was going swimmingly until he revelaed his secret hobby.
You wouldn’t know to look at him – he’s a sexy, strapping lad who always wears nice clothes – but he is an avid trainspotter.
I am a pretty decent catch, if I say so myself, and usually have blokes trying to chat me up in pubs and clubs.
But I am pretty fussy and only the fittest fellas get to see my pert bum and 34DD boobs.
I got chatting to this lad in a bar and we hit it off straight away. He bought me a few drinks and we ended up back at his flat for a night of extreme passsion.
As if to put the cherry on top of the cake, he’s also huge.
I’ve had a few whoppers in my time, but his is truly impressive and he made me climax about four times on that first night.
I couldn’t believe my luck and wondered why no other girl had snapped up this total hunk before me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out why that was. Jemma says: BLIMEY! That’s a new one on me. His hobby does sound a little sad, and the bedroom noises are definitely weird, but if he’s as good as you say in the sack then stick with him. You can always choo-choo-choose to ignore him!
One night we were in bed and he asked me if I wanted a bonk.
I was pretty tired but the mere thought of a leg-shaking orgasm was enough and I stripped naked.
I gave him a sloppy BJ to start with, then let him pleasure me in return.
We finally got down to the main event and that was when he started making train noises and saying thinks like: “The diesel engine is approaching the station – all aboard for pleasure!”
I instantly recoiled and asked him what the hell he was doing.
That’s when he started sobbing and said he loved spending his spare time at railway stations ticking off locomotives on his checklist.
I still fancy him and would certainly miss his massive manhood, but I can’t bear going out with a trainspotter. What should I do?