To my eternal shame
I don't know if I got my end away or not.

I'm not guilty about any of the sex I know that I've had, but one occasion stands out where I simply do not remember whether or not the deed was done. And as me and the girl involved parted ways after that, I never got a chance to make sure.

Munich, 2002. I'm working for a company that makes helicopters as part of my degree with a half-dozen other reprobates. We're at our usual Saturday night haunt: Club DOOM, the gloriously cheesy hangout for goths and metalheads.

We met up with some German friends, including Nikki--who I'd been chasing for a few weeks at this point. We drink, we dance, some people drift off to other clubs or to catch early trains home, and then it's just the two of us leaving the club at 6am.

I know we went for coffee, because the trains were shit until about half seven on a Sunday morning. We chatted, I forget about what--me in broken German, her in broken English. But we got kicked out of the coffee place early, and I invited her back to mine.

I have no memory of what happened from leaving the coffee shop to us waking up at half twelve on Sunday and her panicking because she was supposed to meet her family at one.

I met her three times in the month after that and each time I wimped out of asking her if we'd done anything. She left for university in Frankfurt and I never saw her again. To this day, I still wonder if we did--and if it was any good.
(DigitalRaven will have to make do with gin, Fri 27 Aug 2010, 16:20, 7 replies)

That's an argument for
...having continuous video recording in your bedroom, at all times.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 27 Aug 2010, 16:26, closed)

You didn't
I suspect. In my experience, when you're drunk, and start humping, if you're any good, you wake up midstream, mainly at the surprise of it all. Happened to me a few times, once while inside a man. Now that was a surprise
(Clerk T Hazarde are all the wine, Fri 27 Aug 2010, 17:35, closed)

Hahahahahahahahaha
brilliant!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 27 Aug 2010, 18:24, closed)

For him too, I'll warrant!

Unless he leaned that way. Each to their own. Judge not, etc.

Length? I don't know. You tell me.
(Large Hardon Collider Bah Bloody Humbug, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 1:36, closed)

He was awake enough. Well, talking. Difficult to tell. I figured it'd be rude to leave before the end (had been gotten away etc.) so I completed the deal and left him there, clutching the headboard as if it were driftwood. I stumbled back to downstairs, pausing only to wipe my hoe-handle on a curtain or something, and made my way to the bar, promptly falling asleep on it once I had ordered my gin. Norwich isn't what it used to be.
(Clerk T Hazarde are all the wine, Sun 29 Aug 2010, 20:24, closed)

XD
HAHAHAHAHA!
(danniekavanagh did nothing constructive on, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 11:24, closed)

ha ha ha
perfect response
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Sat 28 Aug 2010, 11:57, closed)