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Much naughty "shadow puppetry" later, we left Nepal after a fair few weeks of utterly amazing experiences; geographical, demographic and... ahem... erotic!

Well, he did make that promise to screw me every which way; you heard him! But to be fair, I hadn't yet had my wicked way with him. I'd enjoyed the feeling so much when we were in Montana, that I was biding my time to jump him; and that is easier said than done, believe you me. Other than being far bigger than me, both bodily and loins-wise, I was still a little unsure about how Klaus truly felt about being taken.

Now he'd never told me that it bothered him, but I just got an inkling that when it happened, something fell away from his overwhelmingly masculine personality. I never wanted him to feel down or upset or emasculated by anything I did, however much or little I could pleasure him. It just made me nervous to broach it. Should I wait 'til he was feeling horny? Should I leave it until he has had a little too much of the good stuff?

Speak of the devil! Whether by accident or design, I'd get my chance sooner rather than later. I wouldn't make a habit of it, but it was just that Klaus had shown me so much over the past couple of months, that I was desperate to show him how much it all meant to me. The only way I knew how to do this was to give him something that could only be shared between lovers. He had everything else. Only my body, in its peak of condition, could even get close to being _worthy_of making love to him. It's truly how I felt. It was a good feeling though, cos' it made me excited to plan it like the devious fox I knew I could be. It's in my blood, scent, and tail after all.

So after a comparatively short flight from Kathmandu - and no hanky panky on the plane btw - we landed in Shanghai. We've gone from one culture where the language is difficult enough to decipher, to another where it's almost impossible. I was just glad for my hunky companion, keeping me safe from over-zealous baggage porters, taxi drivers and tails selling cheap crap. It was one of those places that made you feel all the further from home; in culture, everyday life and aroma. Everything was so far afield and different, that the shock was one I carried with me every single day that I was there. I guess it was pretty obvious, since I expressed it in open-mawed delights at pretty much everything I saw, heard and smelled.

Klaus would joke about the buildings as he showed them off, phallic spires of concrete and glass that towered up and over the haze, and made for beautifully naughty comparisons.

"Ever taken a knot like that one?" He'd nudge me as we were taking a river cruise past the city, my sight bounced over the shades as we passed by and I just giggled. I must admit, it really did look terribly similar.

And the place was bouncin', day and night; not that you could define between the two. Everything was so perma-lit, that calendars and time didn't seem to exist. In amongst the throngs of tails, the smells of creed and fur from every far-flung place you could ever have imagined, we squeezed through, enjoying the neon, the hazy daylight, oven smoke and nicotine. I say 'enjoy', you just had to get used to it. You would forever remain hidden away in your hotel room otherwise; and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to go out and explore, paw-in-paw with my doberdog. I think some tails did double-takes at us as we padded on by, muttering in some form of Cantonese, but neither of us thought anything of it. We'd been pretty safe up to now, and the trend was thankfully continuing. My knight in shining armour would take care of anything other than this version of ordinary.

I can understand why some find it stressful, and keep to their hotel room. It was quite another world for a young fox from a relatively sheltered background; and without Klaus there to make me his and make me look good for that matter, I would've found the first safe place to crawl off to and sit sipping Chinese tea or knock-off coke all day long. To make me feel all the more attached to our hotel-base, Klaus had again spared no-expense and booked us in at this five-star glass and marble wonder at the very heart of the city. Made me feel ever so important; think I uttered this to my dobie as we checked in and waited for our room key.

"That's because you are." And he nuzzled me deep into my right ear making me shiver and giggle, my muzzle dropping to a shy blush.

We had spent the day wandering whilst our bags were kept safe by our hotel. So by the time we got back, I was pretty psyched and energetic. Padding around a city like Shanghai gets the blood running and pins your eyes open as though chopsticks were caught between the lids. Is that racist? I don't mean nothin' by it, cos' to be honest, that's really how it felt! Klaus seemed taken by the lobby restaurant and I found him perusing the menu. I'd lost sight of him at the desk as I collected the key, gazing around and finally seeing and smelling him over by the rather posh entrance.

"Hey this ain't 'alf bad. Have a look, honey." He ushered me in front of him so that I could read the broken English translation of everything that the place offered.

"Hmm, you hungry enough?" I squinted closer to see what delicious noms they had going. Some of the stuff I'd never heard of, which made me uncommonly nervous.

"Mhm, I sure am so long as you are." Off he goes, striding into the restaurant and up to the host, shades coming away like a slow motion James Bond approach; and then he turns over his shoulder and winks at me, "and besides, this way I can get you tipsy nice and early."

I knew it! I knew it! There was always an ulterior motive; but this time, oh boy, this time, I'd 'ave 'im. There was no way I was gonna' let on about my plan, but I was gonna' beat Klaus at his own game. With a sly grin coursing behind my painted-over smile, I joined my mate and we were sat under the paper shades, oranges, reds and yellows of lanterns, lit lacquers and ultra-modern glass and steel surrounds. It had an aura all of its own, and I can remember the smells of batter, frying meats and vegetables so very distinctly, coupled with the alcohol breath of my partner sat opposite me.

Oh sigh! I just sat there in the restaurant, head in both my paws, pretending to sip from a glass of rough Chinese wine (it was actually a glass of water - so help me, I'm a fox!) and staring dreamily into his eyes.

"You're pretty quiet again tonight." Klaus smiled as he took another large gulp of his drink, before fiddling his fork through a plethora of light noodles.

"Mmm just happy."

"Awww you are?"

"Mhm... andhornyenoughtofuckyou" Back went my muzzle to my glass, suppressing a giggle as best I could.

"What was that?"

"Nothin'"

Oh somebody stop me! I know that's very cliché, but I was enjoying the hell out of this. And don't get me wrong, our dinner was real nommy. I'd never sat in a Chinese restaurant, let alone a _real_Chinese restaurant if you know what I mean. It was awesome. Everyone was so nice. But I could never have done this without him, that hunk of dog gradually sinking to a shallow drunkenness in the chair opposite; and this was precisely why I had planned all this, prepared myself beforehand. I wanted to show Klaus that I could be just as much of a top as a bottom, that I loved cruising my admittedly and comparatively small foxhood up his delicious ass.

But no night could be complete without my obligatory trying of a dish I'd never set eyes or nose on before. That is, after I had tried whatever wine that was.... Eeeeyuck! Tasted so sweet, and was vaguely chloric, almost industrial. It was like taking a swig from a window cleaning fluid bottle! Klaus apparently liked how stripping it was; yeah, like strippin' the frickin' lining from my pipes and stomach! Paws almighty! I wonder still to this day, whether he knows that I had only taken a single sip the whole night through!? Funny, sly and terribly, awfully evil; but hey, I was enjoying myself with the muscular, studly love of my life in the prime of our tails, so chances like this - to have fun with one another and joke around - were to be had now, before walking frames were to be needed!

Anyway, onto this dish; it was birds' nest soup. I'd never heard of it, and it looked like a close-to-transparent, batter ring of angel-hair pasta in a bowl of stew water; or perhaps melting gelatin. It was a strange looking thing, but I was willing to give it a go. It was just soup after all.

"It's flob!" Klaus buckles over in fits of gurgled giggles as I have a muzzle-full of this thing, crunching on it as he explains this strange food sat before me.

"Huh?" I chew and swallow, delighting at the light taste and hints of spices and water chestnuts woven into the water in which the nest had been drowned.

"You know. Flob? Um... loogie?"

I still have this bemused look on my muzzle as I slow my jaw down, trying to figure out what my handsome (if rather naughty dobie) is trying to tell me.

"Spit?"

And that's when my jaw stopped! Spit? Really?! Really?!! Oh fuck me runnin'! And I was really enjoying it too. Turns out it's bird spittle; how delightful! But, I have to admit, if he hadn't told me, I would have gladly carried on and enjoyed whatever I had left. Needless to say, my tail instantly flopped downward, my ears backward and a very pale flush overcame my maw; and there's Klaus laughing his cute-ass ass off! Man, I really fall for it; but, having said this, I was gonna' get him back and pretty soon at that.

Amidst the queasy feeling and the desire to cleanse my entire muzzle, there was a rising, sinful hard-on starting to tent my jeans. If he was asking for it before, he sure was now!

We padded back to our room at about ten o'clock, indulging in a little heavy snogging in the mirrored elevator, my naughty mind slipping to viewing Klaus's tight backside in the glass. Mmm so fuckin' sexy! Look at that nub! I'm gonna make it quiver tonight, shake, rattle and roll until he thinks it's about to fly off.

Klaus decided that he'd take a shower as soon as we made it back, slipping out of his fur-tight, short-sleeved shirt and khakis, before wandering - all rather shakily - into our very spacious bathroom. Perfect! Now was my chance. I waited for a few minutes, cross-pawed on our sofa, the lights of the city dotting like sprinkled, nuclear sugar over our generously sized apartment. It wasn't a room at all! It was a fuckin' flat all to itself, with just the most romantically big bed, horizoned to the windows so that when you were humpin' away, you figured that you might fall off the edge. But I was gonna' make sure any falling and shagging, as Klaus puts it, was gonna' go down before bedtime came around. I started to hear an inconsistent whistling coming from the hush of the shower, the sound of my dobie washing off his luscious, velvety body and enjoying the revitalization of the water after a night of explicit drinking.

I grinned to myself, putting down my magazine - I'd brought along a couple of pornos, just right to get me on the edge - and opened the bathroom door.

"Hey baby!" Klaus heard me, and popped his frothy, soapy muzzle around the shower curtain, his eyes still a bit bouncy and rolling; but I think he knew where he was.

I, on the other paw, didn't say a word. I just started to growl, rumbling it through my chest so that my mate would know precisely what was on my mind. Whether he did or not, I don't know. He seemed lost in the steam and the stream, intent on trying to pull himself from a cavern of tipsiness.

"I'm not too late am I?" I stepped around the curtain and into the wonderfully smooth shower, feeling the splash of really hot water sprinkle over my chest, tummy and footpaws.

"Hm? Oh, uh..." He swiveled, his paws concentrating on lathering up the cropped fur between his ears, a novel, Mohican wig of bubbles that made Klaus look all the more cute, "I haven't used up all the hot water. Plenty for you too, hon'"

"Oh good! Is there plenty of this too?" And I kneel down behind him, catching him completely by surprise, and delve my muzzle under his tail.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned and closed his eyes as I got to him, his paws lost from his head and holding himself up against the beautifully tiled wall.

"You taste so good" I mumbled that, cos' now I was so frickin' horny that I wanted to fuck him harder than I'd ever gone at anything in my entire life. I stuck my tongue right up his ass making him squeal, a low, powerful whine that reminded me of a freight train whistle, a horn blasting through the fog, steam and clouds of the energy that surrounded us.

The smell was incredible; delicate, light musk that twinged and changed with the scent of soap, vaguely chlorinated water and the unmistakable odour of my dog's fur. The wild, carnivorous flavor of Klaus made my tail jump and switch aside; but I was intent on making him the bottom this time, to cram my cock into him like he was the last fuckhole alive. And a fantastically muscular and wonderful fuck at that. My mind was concentrating on the aromas, as much as it was on the prospect of using him, filling him, making him cry out and beg me for more in that sexy accent ofhis. I wanted to give him back what he'd been giving me. I could not match up to size, but I wanted this time to be especially erotic, to show him how utterly devoted I was to his body.

I stood up after a while, coughing in the water stream and wiping my muzzle clear of musk. I wrapped my paws around his waist and pressed my hard dick against his well-lubricated hole.

"Fox wants to bury his bone."

Klaus looked back over his shoulder and grinned, wiggling his ass in my loins.

"Then sit back and relax, dirty American boy! Let Klaus show you where his ass can take you."

And with that he literally shoved me back, pushing me with his backside, to sit back with a flump on the porcelain shower shelf; it was like a low bench that was the perfect height for everything that suddenly jumped to mind.

Klaus had turned around now, washing off the soap on his head, arching that amazing ripped body in the hot water. I just moaned, half-eyed and pawing-off frantically, enjoying the show he was putting on. Fuck me, he always put on a show in my mind. There was no way he couldn't.

"Mmm" He grinned, looking down at me, his ears blocking out the water in perfect knife shapes, "I think I know what I want."

Klaus turned, arching himself again and playing a paw over his puckering, moist tailhole.

"Oh fuck" I moaned, totally lost in my horniness, my muzzle drifting forward as if to have another sniff.

"This feels soooo good." He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall; and oh fuck, now he was fingerin' himself, slipping one, then two, then three inside his ass.

I couldn't take much more of this, I really couldn't. He was winning again, as I could feel the hot rush of liquid start to build in my hips and below my dick. Oh god, and he was moaning as he did it too, his nubby tail wagging bravely through the pleasure, wafting scent my way and bringing me to the point of no return.

"S.. s... sit down on me!" I managed to whimper my desire out into the shower stream, sodden ears and tail unable to lift themselves from paralytic fantasy.

"Grrrr... mmmmmm, I want that too." And literally, no sooner had he opened his eyes and said it, he inched backwards, withdrew his digits and positioned his soft, yielding muscle on the very tip of my cock.

"Oh jesus, oh Klaus... ple... please, I need it."

He didn't answer me, just squatted there, lifting my cock higher with the movement of his backside, positioning me at exactly centre; and then it happened. Oh my god, I can't begin to describe what it felt like. It was the best, most amazing feeling I think I've ever had. He suddenly rushed his hips flush to mine, sinking my cock to the balls into his soap-lubed hole.

"Ohhhhhhh yeah!" He grunted, paws on the front of his thighs, ass backwards into my loins; and now he was starting to grind.

I sat back, my fur to the cold wall and my tail pinned behind me. My body had reacted in the usual way to his presentation, the tingling need in my ass to have him inside me; except this time, roles were reversed and I had a full, double clawed-paw grip on his unbelievably talented rump. I felt I could direct him, lift him off me, then pull him back down.

But honestly, I didn't need to. The power in his body was such, that Klaus, although in an awkward, half-stood reverse cowboy position, was able to direct perfect seated and unseated movement over the entire length of my modest (but cryingly purple-red) sex.

"Oh Klaus, oh fuck... rrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I've wanted this for ages. It feels so good, it.... it feels amazing." My eyes started to roll as he quickened the pace, the lubrication started to get better, and the smell coming from his tail was one thing and one thing alone; thick, nasty need.

"Mmmmm yeah, pound it you fuckin' tricky fox! That's it... grip it and rip it!" He snarled at me, pushed down harder and urged me to dig my claws into his body; and I oh so willingly obliged, matching the carved desperation on his muzzle with mine, "talk to me scotty boy! Tell me you wanted to fuck me!"

"Ohhhhhhh god... ohhhh man, I wanted... I wanted to f... fuck you." Another growl as I could feel my shaft start to swell to an end, pushing against his smooth, unused innards, "I want to soak you."

"That's it... oh fuck."

"Mmmm, oh baby, I'm.... this is amazing! You're gonna' make me blow."

And there was a sudden silence from his muzzle, riding over the rush of the shower water, the rustle of the curtain and the delightfully slick squish of my dick entering and exiting his tight tailhole. Back came his muzzle as he drew a long, slow move up my length, almost entirely removing himself from my body.

"Oh... oh my god, oh fuck!" I slung myself back, my paws slipping on his rump, unable to believe what was about to happen. He had my red hot, thick prepuce swilled tightly in the very entrance of his ass; and now he was grinding skillfully over my tip, putting me in a state of utter delusionary pleasure. This was gonna' be it. I could see my ass-slicked dick propped there by the tip, swelling, pulsing and about to blow, the veins ready to withstand what Klaus had to offer.

"This is gonna' be goooooood." Klaus delighted in circling his hips over my cock, grinding unbelievable, almost painful pleasure, over my most sensitive skin.

And then he literally, after one last, agonizing spin across just the very cunt of my loins, slipped his whole tailhole back over me, engulfing my length and sending me careering into orgasm.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh god!" I took my paws away, scratching and holding at my ears and head, feeling as I let go inside of Klaus. It was just the most incredible feeling.

The flush of heat, the rush of cum and the amazing timing that Klaus had to cum himself, made it possibly the most pleasurable night I had ever had. Klaus yelped and grunted, climaxing as he felt my liquids drip around my cock and seep out of his ass. The smell combined with the feeling combined with the spasm combined with the sheer sexiness of my partner, pushed my head into realms of colour, black-out, then sparkles; a beautiful, aching end to something I had longed for, ever since I had taken an impromptu lead in the Montana hot tub.

He twitched for moments more, the feeling of his ring-muscle contracting and relaxing, over and over and over, squeezed me completely dry and allowed for little but the all-encompassing feeling of pumping and being pumped full.

"Oh baby. That... oh my god." I could barely speak, slumped back against the shower cubicle with the smells of my own sweat, his body and our liquid-mix soaring into my tired senses.

He slipped off me nice and slow, allowing me that last twinge of pleasure as it tweaked my spent dick, soaked in cum and the expanse of effort that had dripped down Klaus's tail in the height of our excitement. My big, well and truly bottomed dog, just got to his full height, stretched and turned, bearing his ass still and feeling a paw under his tail.

"Mmm I think I've had my fill!" He giggled softly, naughtily sniffing his paw, making sure I had done him.

Oh I'd done 'im alright. The stuff was dripping from him in the end. I never knew that he could encourage that much feeling and expressive passion in my body. He was teaching me the ways of being the canine I had always dreamt of.

Mission accomplished... for now.

We left China after a week or two, but the memories would linger forever; and to be honest, we didn't go far. I had said that I'd always wanted to see Hong Kong, and all the fascinating night life and architecture and shopping and... as you can imagine, I was pretty pumped.

Sure, whilst it was expensive as fuck, second only to our jaunt through Japan, I was in my element; and as much as I'm usually pretty tight with the old purse strings as Klaus calls them, he'd told me to chill for a while and just have fun.

"Yes? Yes? No?" I was modeling some of those strangely appropriate shutter shades - in pink of course - much to Klaus's bemusement.

And he shook his head with a laugh.

"What?" I half smiled and half frowned as he giggled, not sure whether he was laughing at me or at something else.

"No no, it's nothing." Up he comes, putting his right paw around my shoulders and lead me away, the glasses still propped on my muzzle bridge, "it's just sometimes I can't believe we're here."

"Awwwww." I took them off and stopped him, turning him in my paws. I still have to look up into his muzzle as I do so, but I still feel the need. His eyes were turned skyward, head shaking softly; I think he was crying, "babe? Are you OK?"

"Yeah I'm..." Back came his muzzle, gazing down at me, "I'm good. I'm just so chuffed that we're doin' this."

"Me too." I reached up on the very tips of my footpaws to slurp a kiss across his big panting nose.

Ah holidays! They're always just the best, especially when he's with me every step of the way. I never knew what I was missing, and perhaps my shyness got in the way. Having said this, there was still something about Klaus's sensitivity that I hadn't quite put my paw on; something deep and very painful. I shrugged it off in my mind as him being uber-happy; we'll get to it much later.

In the meanwhile, I enjoyed our paw-in-paw wanders around the ultra-busy harbor city, the lights, the sounds and the smells filling your senses and making you relieved for that extra big hotel bed; and the company of course! I had worn a pair of those fur-tight acid white jeans and desperately wanted to unstitch myself from them as soon as my paws found purchase on our luxury duvet.

"May I?" He came from behind; how cliché!

"Sure baby." I murmured and grinned, reaching a paw behind myself and to my right, cradling his powerful muzzle and head over my shoulder; and now his paws had slipped down my hips and slowly unzipped my pants.

"Wanted to get you out o' these as soon as we bought 'em." He growled as he slipped to his knees and took my jeans with him, aiming a soft kissing on my bare rump and nuzzling a long sniff up the length of my freer tail.

I stepped out of the abandoned casual wear, and turned, barefurred but for my tight blue sleeveless shirt, legs apart and paws caressing gently over his head.

"Why don't you stand back up and doggy me silly?!"

"Ooo" Up he gets, his powerful paws around my waist and his hot, steaming pant pushing against my muzzle, "feel the need for seed huh?"

"Maaaaaaaaaaybe." I twizzle a paw across his very short neck ruff, before swiveling in his grip and leaning forward on the bed, "come on. You know you want it."

"I have a better idea." Klaus literally stood there for a second before flashing that handsome grin, and grabbing my tail by its midsection and yanking me over to the balcony and the slide screen doors, "let's give you a view!"

I struggled in his libido to keep up, frowning as I was pulled unceremoniously along, almost scraped along the carpet. The air was chill but full of sound and scent; diesel, cooked meat, cold glass and concrete.

"Perfect!" Klaus had seen the lounger sat at a perfect angle for us to enjoy a little al fresco friskiness.

But he hadn't counted on me being just as pent-up, and I snarled myself out of his grip, stood up to face him - such a cute, perplexed muzzle - and pushed him back onto the shallow seat with an angled, well-placed footpaw to the gut.

"Whoa! Whoa, you... you really know what you want huh?!" He sat there, propped to his paws, pleasantly aghast and readying to whip off his shirt; and there I was again, ridged muzzle in taut, frantically needy emotion as I stopped him.

I pinned him back onto the full length of the lounger before straddling his tightly packed package, and grinding over his sex.

"You like that?" "Grrrrrrr,.. you... you're really asking for it!"

"Mmmm." I leant forward, my body arched slightly and tail skyward, launching into a deep, velvety kiss, moaning out loud as he had a hold on my muzzle, my throat, my nose, my senses and oh god... now his paws were roaming over my bare-furred chest and across my rump, digging in to possess.

I growled some more and sat up, running my paws in awe over his chest, getting a clawed grip on the material of his shirt and ripping it off him.

"You're a bad one."

"I'm the baddest little fox; and bad foxes need dick."

Fuck me, I craved his body in those moments, high above the city and the rush, in amongst the night cloud and the silvery trails of steam, airline vapours and galactic smudges braving the dusk.

"Oh you're gonna' get it."

"Klaus I want it! Pl... please." I leant back, parting my buttocks and lifting my tail as high as it would go, sending my musk to the air and making me whine for relief. His bulge, that colossal mass of dog cock, was pressing against my vulnerable muscle; and now all I wanted was him inside me.

I had the control, but his smell, his body and his power made me instantly weak. My paws continued to make swathes of swashes across his solid abs and pecs, that amazing rock hard muscle like frozen treacle beneath a transparent amalgam. Klaus was the epitome of evergreen sexiness. And now his paws had shifted, unbuttoning his own trousers.

"Oh fuck yes, baby! Do... do it to me." I could smell that fucking thing. My nose went nuts as soon as it smelled... well, nuts actually!

The aroma of his groins released to the city air, his full-to-bursting bollocks and that hose of an inch-rich member settling at the very deepest parts of my sinuses and making me snarl. My eyes were full of the orange, the sodium white and deep black-blue of the Hong Kong water beyond, floors up and privately sinking into an unbelievable night of passion. It was incredible. I'd never had a solid pounding like it. He went crazy on my ass as we would say in the States! Jackhammer doesn't do him any justice. Klaus is an intelligent lover and knows how much I can take and how to do it; and he slipped that hard cock up my arse without as much as a by your leave, feeling to the deepest within me and sending me into raptures.

"M...ma.. make me howl!" I moaned tearfully, riding his thickness and loving how he'd just angle it there and stay, excavated into me and never to part; not, that is, until he'd done his husbandly duty!

Klaus is very expressive when we fuck, very wild and passionate, and talks dirty through his instinct. His skill and his longevity in the bedroom is controlled by that unnerving yet exciting yet sexy growl, rumbling through and vibrating against my thighs as I sit there, completely beside myself. He did make me arch and bark at the moon too!

"Sou... sound off like a slutty little fox!" He leant up a little, knowing his upper body movement would alter the angle of his dick inside me, bringing another jolt of irretrievable pleasure to my loins; it was more than enough to send me over. "G'won Scott, d... daddy dobie gonna' cum in you!"

I guess it was more of a whimper, a sad, ecstatic whine that rose from my gullet as I spurted onto his sweaty fur, eyes totally lost and crossed, focusing with that natural blurry, incomprehensiveness I take on whenever I have him. It's a mix of the best feelings in the world, combined with all the smells and sounds of our rampant, relatively public show; felt so fuckin' good! Klaus was not far behind, twitching for a while as he sat up, his paws digging into my butt, slipping in the sweat and the sex emanating from my stretched hole; and then he slung himself back with just the deepest moan, arching his whole body and lifting me upwards as his hips rose to breed me. Solid shots of spunk were loading up into my gut, shivering him into his reward for being such a good/bad doggy! I don't mind either. He's fantastic as both.

Klaus's climax over, his hips sank back to the very damp and very musky lounger cushion, the air full of panting, chloric cum and dirty fur.

What could I say?! Shopping and a shag!