Anders Says

In the early 80's, I met a princess (I believe she was descended from the Burmese Royal Family) at Stansted Airport and we got chatting. She was wearing a lilac mink coat and hat, and was quite beautiful. As she now lived in Sweden, and was a well known socialite,  we said we have to meet up. One day I travelled to see her in Stockholm. She greeted me at the door of her posh flat and asked me in. The flat was decorated in an 'old Asian style' and there was a waft of incense in the air. She gave me a drink and we both sat down on the settee and she started to unbutton my shirt and her 20 cm long fingernail tickled my chin... (I was so naive then) I stood up and said there must be a misunderstanding, and left. This was the closest to a female sexual encounter I've ever been.....