Cringe!
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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Another sex one
If you have Google Earth, fire it up. In the "Fly To" box, paste these lat & long coordinates into the Fly To box.
53°47'17.05"N, 0°18'3"W
Or alternatively, use Google Maps, but you'll have to switch to 'Satellite' view.
Right, see that field? See the cycle track on the other side of the trees, the trees that are particularly thin there?
Well, on a hot sunny afternoon in the summer of 1990, Mrs Maudlin( at the time my girlfriend of just over 6 months) and I plonked ourselves down on the grass there, which led to me laying over her and having a lengthy snog (as you do when you've not been going out for very long), as that's what the hot sunny weather does to you.
However, we decided to take it further. She raised her skirt a bit and moved her knickers to one side, I unzipped and we full sex.
Nothing exposed because we were in the classic missionary position. But all the same, I quite blatantly thrusted away for a good 30 mins. Now, being only 17 and probably only the 5th time I'd had my wicked way, 30 mins sounds like a long time, but I did manage to discharge the mutton musket a good 4 times.
Anyway, that aside, this all sounds lovely and passionate and why would it make us cringe when we remember it? It was the middle of the afternoon. On a playing field. Every so often people would cycle by, with us humping away in clear view through the trees.
Not 50 yards away was a group of 12-14 year olds playing cricket. In the middle of the field, about a dozen kids were having a kick about. Some kids had a frisbee. In the far corner, someone had a kite. A guy with two pet dogs came past us through the gap in the trees. It was a busy field.
Did we care? Did we hell. We were shagging in the sun and couldn't give a damn if anyone guessed what were up to.
However, it's a different matter now. Nowadays, we can't begin to comprehend how we had the audacity to shag like rabbits in broad daylight.
Actually, I'm no longer cringing, but looking back with fond memories. Which kind of makes my post invalid.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 14:28, 3 replies)
If you have Google Earth, fire it up. In the "Fly To" box, paste these lat & long coordinates into the Fly To box.
53°47'17.05"N, 0°18'3"W
Or alternatively, use Google Maps, but you'll have to switch to 'Satellite' view.
Right, see that field? See the cycle track on the other side of the trees, the trees that are particularly thin there?
Well, on a hot sunny afternoon in the summer of 1990, Mrs Maudlin( at the time my girlfriend of just over 6 months) and I plonked ourselves down on the grass there, which led to me laying over her and having a lengthy snog (as you do when you've not been going out for very long), as that's what the hot sunny weather does to you.
However, we decided to take it further. She raised her skirt a bit and moved her knickers to one side, I unzipped and we full sex.
Nothing exposed because we were in the classic missionary position. But all the same, I quite blatantly thrusted away for a good 30 mins. Now, being only 17 and probably only the 5th time I'd had my wicked way, 30 mins sounds like a long time, but I did manage to discharge the mutton musket a good 4 times.
Anyway, that aside, this all sounds lovely and passionate and why would it make us cringe when we remember it? It was the middle of the afternoon. On a playing field. Every so often people would cycle by, with us humping away in clear view through the trees.
Not 50 yards away was a group of 12-14 year olds playing cricket. In the middle of the field, about a dozen kids were having a kick about. Some kids had a frisbee. In the far corner, someone had a kite. A guy with two pet dogs came past us through the gap in the trees. It was a busy field.
Did we care? Did we hell. We were shagging in the sun and couldn't give a damn if anyone guessed what were up to.
However, it's a different matter now. Nowadays, we can't begin to comprehend how we had the audacity to shag like rabbits in broad daylight.
Actually, I'm no longer cringing, but looking back with fond memories. Which kind of makes my post invalid.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 14:28, 3 replies)
*click*
For the Google-map details, I salute you.
56.007182, -4.729555
Where I was tied up naked to a tree by the second-ever girlfriend. All night.
*memories*
:)
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 14:37, closed)
For the Google-map details, I salute you.
56.007182, -4.729555
Where I was tied up naked to a tree by the second-ever girlfriend. All night.
*memories*
:)
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 14:37, closed)
Thats less than 5 miles from my house you bastards!
I was expecting somewhere in the middle of nowhere but It appears I'll have to get out more.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 15:29, closed)
I was expecting somewhere in the middle of nowhere but It appears I'll have to get out more.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 15:29, closed)
Don't suppose you have
The date and exact time of day you started?
I need to program the delorean....
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 1:44, closed)
The date and exact time of day you started?
I need to program the delorean....
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 1:44, closed)
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