50's city gent jabbed a finger in the air and said,
"I can make any woman cum you know, I can find your G spot really easily!"
So I distracted him and we did other stuff.
A few weeks later he rang for a repeat and I said
I disliked his patronising attitude and he wasn't welcome.
He said, 'You must be thinking of someone else...that wasn't me."
Post-orgasmic memory loss I suppose.
(Or did my diabolical mind-control wipe his feeble, humanoid brain huh huh huh!)