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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Hair today…
Accidentally erotic is… Going to an expensive hair salon and having the cutest little 17 year old trainee give you a head massage that goes on for a fraction longer than is needed and culminates in me forgetting totally where I am, squirming in my seat and whimpering out loud. He stopped after that. I’ve never been (allowed) back to that salon since.
Accidentally erotic isn’t… Going for a bra fitting where the raddled 50 summat department store crone stands behind you in front of a mirror and puts her hands into your bra cup and holds up your tits saying ‘I knew you’d be a C cup, I can tell by the firmness.’ I swear I’ve had smear tests that were less intimate than that.
* shudder *
Richard Hammond? Meh, try finding yourself sexually aroused by Andrew Marr’s Westminster reports. I know I do. And that will be why I’m still single.
( , Wed 8 Feb 2006, 11:15, Reply)
Accidentally erotic is… Going to an expensive hair salon and having the cutest little 17 year old trainee give you a head massage that goes on for a fraction longer than is needed and culminates in me forgetting totally where I am, squirming in my seat and whimpering out loud. He stopped after that. I’ve never been (allowed) back to that salon since.
Accidentally erotic isn’t… Going for a bra fitting where the raddled 50 summat department store crone stands behind you in front of a mirror and puts her hands into your bra cup and holds up your tits saying ‘I knew you’d be a C cup, I can tell by the firmness.’ I swear I’ve had smear tests that were less intimate than that.
* shudder *
Richard Hammond? Meh, try finding yourself sexually aroused by Andrew Marr’s Westminster reports. I know I do. And that will be why I’m still single.
( , Wed 8 Feb 2006, 11:15, Reply)
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