ShameSome people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Cringe cringe cringe.She lived at the bottom of my road. I fancied her. I was thirteen, I think she was a bit older. There was a party on a Saturday. I invited her on the Friday. Rather than just asking, I contrived to get my mate to post a letter through her door whilst doing his paper round. A sad, pathetic, pleading letter in the spideriest thirteen year old's hand imaginable; it's a miracle she could read it.
By about six o'clock on the Friday evening, I was in surgery having my appendix out, it having erupted on the way to school. On Sunday, she came to visit me in hospital. I was mortified; I hadn't been able bring myself to ask her out face-to-face, and yet here she was at my bedside, my stinking hospital bedside, with me in my pyjamas, reading comics, and generally being otherwise unfanciable.
This was twenty years ago, but I still feel my face glow when I think about it.
Looking back, I should probably feel more shame for not making the most of the vulnerability thing, but hey I'm a nice guy.
(, Mon 28 Nov 2005, 23:15, Reply)
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