The necklace I am wearing today has got to be one of the few genuine items of jewelry I own.

The pearls all vary slightly in colour and shape and are heavy and cold to the touch.

It came to me via a kind charity shop volunteer somewhere in North London and the pricing seemed very sensible.

I distintly remember taking it off one night of passion and wrapping it around someone's cock, sliding it up and down... because I read in Cosmo or somewhere that this would be a thrill for the guy.

Which guy? I really cannot remember. And I can't tell by the taste.