Midnight, in the graveyard on Hallowe'en, with my cock.
One of the times I have been genuinely concerned about other-worldly entities.

I'm sure many of you know the score, walking home after a good drink, finding you and your good (ex thankfully) partner in need of some naughtyness RIGHT NOW and stopping where you can.

Well it happened that I lived one house away from a dark graveyard. Our route home naturally taking us past it and our inability to wait, coupled with the frisson of outdoor sex led to us finding a quite spot inside the graveyard to do it.
As I pulled out my wilting fella, I glanced at my watch to see it was midnight exactly. At this moment, a tombstone fell towards me, missing my toes and ankle by millemetres.
I'd like to think it was a friendly reminder that we were breaking some golden rule about mixing with the dead on hallowe'en. Needless to say, I haven't found myself in that position again. (The graveyard situ ok? (It was doggy actually)).

I'm still not afraid of the dark though. More afraid of the ex.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Fri 24 Jul 2009, 12:35, Reply)