My Biggest Disappointment
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
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First pron
Summer holidays after GCSEs were a heady time.
First time to drink cider in the park. First time to smoke substances you can't find at the newsagents. First time to really make a serious effort to chat up girls (the failure of which was often blamed on the first two rather than the fact that we were spotty little herberts with the social skills of a dead newt).
It was around the time that we first realised some of our number were able to get away with purchasing booze, some bright spark pointed out that in theory we could also get away with buying pron.
It started tentatively. The odd jazz mag here and there. But then one day my mate suggested that we bite the bullet (so to speak), club our money together and purchase a proper, real-life, full length porno.
The money was gathered (c. £30 between 4 of us) and one sunny Tuesday we popped up to Soho. A seedy enough looking shop was selected and Mike was despatched to complete the mission.
We waited outside with bated breath, but not 20 minutes later Mike re-emerged with a video-shaped brown paper bag. Success!!
When we got back to Mike's parents house we all crowded round in his room (this wasn't a mutual masterbation thing, yes we were private school boys but we were far too innocent for that sort of thing), and settled down for an hour of good old-fashioned filth.
The first scene was of an empty bedroom (good start). Then the door opened and in walked a rather large man who looked to be in his mid-40s (fair dos but where's the girl?). He then stripped bollock naked (erm ok, girl now surely?), looked at the camera and started happily wanking himself off....
...for 45 fucking minutes!
We were not too impressed. Mike claimed he'd had a minor panic attack and couldn't remember anything that happened in the shop. Fortunately it didn't actually put me off porn for life. Lucky escape though.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 10:17, 4 replies)
Summer holidays after GCSEs were a heady time.
First time to drink cider in the park. First time to smoke substances you can't find at the newsagents. First time to really make a serious effort to chat up girls (the failure of which was often blamed on the first two rather than the fact that we were spotty little herberts with the social skills of a dead newt).
It was around the time that we first realised some of our number were able to get away with purchasing booze, some bright spark pointed out that in theory we could also get away with buying pron.
It started tentatively. The odd jazz mag here and there. But then one day my mate suggested that we bite the bullet (so to speak), club our money together and purchase a proper, real-life, full length porno.
The money was gathered (c. £30 between 4 of us) and one sunny Tuesday we popped up to Soho. A seedy enough looking shop was selected and Mike was despatched to complete the mission.
We waited outside with bated breath, but not 20 minutes later Mike re-emerged with a video-shaped brown paper bag. Success!!
When we got back to Mike's parents house we all crowded round in his room (this wasn't a mutual masterbation thing, yes we were private school boys but we were far too innocent for that sort of thing), and settled down for an hour of good old-fashioned filth.
The first scene was of an empty bedroom (good start). Then the door opened and in walked a rather large man who looked to be in his mid-40s (fair dos but where's the girl?). He then stripped bollock naked (erm ok, girl now surely?), looked at the camera and started happily wanking himself off....
...for 45 fucking minutes!
We were not too impressed. Mike claimed he'd had a minor panic attack and couldn't remember anything that happened in the shop. Fortunately it didn't actually put me off porn for life. Lucky escape though.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 10:17, 4 replies)
Fair point
But we'd spent £30 on the fecker, thought we might as well get our money's worth.
What?
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 10:25, closed)
But we'd spent £30 on the fecker, thought we might as well get our money's worth.
What?
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 10:25, closed)
*clicks*
I know the similar feeling - my friend once downloaded some porn for us and burnt it onto a dvd, i took it home and started to watch it.
Two men came on and started doing naughty things to each other, i carried on watching through my fingers of one hand, the other hand still on my rappidly deflating cock. The girls never came....but the men still did.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 10:55, closed)
I know the similar feeling - my friend once downloaded some porn for us and burnt it onto a dvd, i took it home and started to watch it.
Two men came on and started doing naughty things to each other, i carried on watching through my fingers of one hand, the other hand still on my rappidly deflating cock. The girls never came....but the men still did.
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