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B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.

He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.

What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?

* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact

(, Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
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100% true
I was sitting alone in a bar, as I often do, when I spied a girl of quite striking beauty. In fact, I seemed to recognise her from somewhere and approached her. Up close, she was even more of a stunner. It took superhuman willpower not to thrust my tongue immediately into her fulsome cleavage.

"Hello," said I. "If I can tell you five things about yourself that no stranger could possibly know, will you have sexual intercourse with me?"

She loked at me with a quizzical smile, perceiving me to be a drunk chancer. Since she was also slightly drunk and possessed of a healthy sense of humour, she agreed. After all, I couldn't possibly deliver on my claim, could I?

"Your name is Karen ------," I began.
"That's amazing. Do I know you?"
"No, but I know you went to ------- Secondary School."
"Er, how do you know that?"
"You enjoy horse-riding. How is Blackie, your mare?"
"Shit, this is spoooky."
"And you lived in London for a year. PR is a terrible job isn't it?"
"How ...?"
"And finally, you like to have sex standing up."

She blushed deeply and crossed her long legs. She was lost for words. I took her smooth hand and led her to the ladies', where I removed her lacy g-string with delicate hands. She placed her hands on the cistern and I sunk my raging boner to the hilt in her hot, lush parts. We came simultaneously, my weapon lodged deeply in the tight grasp of her spasming love muscles.

Later, as we lay sodden with juices in my flat, she asked me how I had known so much about her. Simple: as head of HR for a company she'd sent her CV to, I'd been attracted by her picture and remembered a few of her details.

"But what about the sex standing up part?"
"That was a guess."
"Actually, you were wrong about that. I prefer doggy."

And she really did.
(, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:20, closed)

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