Christmas day, 2007
A very fine young lady and myself decided to do a runner from our respective family Christmasses and tour Europe by train.
It started as 'friends' but by the time we'd got to Vienna, on Christmas day, our friendship had taken a turn for the amorous and we booked a double room in a gorgeous Viennese five star hotel.
I got last minute tickets to the Viennese State Opera (a special xmas day opera) and we dressed up in our finery, ready to go out; me in a tuxedo, her in a very fetching short black dress.
Watching her get changed got me a little hot and excited; I pushed her up against the hotel room door and we groped and snogged; both suddenly agreeing that we just about had time for a quick one before heading off for the opera.
We dived for the luxurious bed (vast white sheets topped with thick golden weave covers)... and without any warning, my nose started spewing blood like some kind of hellish fire hydrant.
It didn't stop for a full half hour; so not only did I miss out on a shag while we were both ultra-Chrismassy-horny, but we were late to the opera (where our seats were crap and we couldn't see anything).
Plus, when we got back, apparently a blood-soaked bed is a turn-off. Shame she wasn't a goth.
( Peregr1n @peregr1n, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 22:11, Reply)