Wanking Disasters Part IIDespite the warnings contained in our previous question on The Act of Onan, you all still appear to be masturbating like monkeys in a zoo. Tell us your stories of jerking the gherkin and double-clicking the mouse.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 17 Feb 2011, 12:22)
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back in the days of long commutesthe only time in the day I could meditate ( not a euphamism btw, I really am one of those tree hugging hippy types) was during my lunch hour. At work. In the toilets. I'd sit cross legged with the seat down with tissue in my ears and some days with a sleeping mask on. Statistically it had to happen that when I'd done about 20 minutes and took the tissue out of my ears I was greeted by the sound of a furious wank a few cubicles down.
the guy had obviously stooped down to check there was no one else in the other cubicles and gone for it. Obviously as I was cross legged perched on the seat he never assumed he'd have an audience.
He heard me unlatch the door and I left in a hurry to the deafening silence of two men in the depths of embarassment, desperate to keep each others identity unknown to the other.
luckily it was a big office building with shared toilets so I never worked out who it was. thank christ.
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Clay hopes this bit is long enough to promote my websi, Fri 18 Feb 2011, 18:57,
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its like a noise black hole isnt it*wasnt me btw
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