Accidentally Erotic
There I am, sitting in the dark, squinting at a chart of letters trying to work out if that's an E or a H. The optician is leaning toward me and suddenly I'm concentrating more on her than the chart, praying she doesn't get any closer or this could get embarrassing.
What situations in your life have you found accidentally/inappropriately erotic?
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 12:49)
There I am, sitting in the dark, squinting at a chart of letters trying to work out if that's an E or a H. The optician is leaning toward me and suddenly I'm concentrating more on her than the chart, praying she doesn't get any closer or this could get embarrassing.
What situations in your life have you found accidentally/inappropriately erotic?
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 12:49)
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My Psychology Lecturer
When I was at 6th form college in Bury, Greater Manchester (Holy Cross - very good left-footer establishment) I used to get the almighty horn over my psychology lecturer.
She was around my mother's age, and sometimes had mildly hairy legs under her light tan tights. I used to sit as far down my chair as possible (in the front row, next to Nathaniel O'Brian) and get such a hard-on I didn't know what to do with myself. She wasn't even that fit.
Now whenever I sit like an insouciant seventeen year old, or see matronly women with hairy legs who can explain Jung to me, I get a rock-on.
Well, it used to be, but now that I've passed twenty-five, it only mildly shakes itself from its horrendous torpor. Sometimes I cry.
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 13:22, Reply)
When I was at 6th form college in Bury, Greater Manchester (Holy Cross - very good left-footer establishment) I used to get the almighty horn over my psychology lecturer.
She was around my mother's age, and sometimes had mildly hairy legs under her light tan tights. I used to sit as far down my chair as possible (in the front row, next to Nathaniel O'Brian) and get such a hard-on I didn't know what to do with myself. She wasn't even that fit.
Now whenever I sit like an insouciant seventeen year old, or see matronly women with hairy legs who can explain Jung to me, I get a rock-on.
Well, it used to be, but now that I've passed twenty-five, it only mildly shakes itself from its horrendous torpor. Sometimes I cry.
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 13:22, Reply)
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