Embarrassing Injuries
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Just a couple...
Ripped my banjo string on a mistimed stroke whilst shagging an ex. It was quite a bad rip with blood everywhere, I had to go to casualty with a teatowel wrapped round my cock. Of course they wouldn't see me straight away so I had to sit in the waiting room for about 2 hours with all the mothers and kids laughing at me... It needed stitches as well.
Cracked a rib playing rugby, but didn't really worry too much about it. Later that night in bed with the gf (who was going at it rather enthusiastically cowgirl style) her weight with her hands on my chest caused the cracked rib to snap - nearly puncturing my lung. Another embarassing trip to casualty although I did get seen quite quickly this time!
Another rugby injury... somehow managed to get the old chap stamped on whilst making a tackle. The studs of the guys boot scraped right down the front of the little general making a nice rip - that one needed stitches too... I stopped playing rugby then, before my cock started looking like it had been made by Dr Frankenstein
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 9:43, Reply)
Ripped my banjo string on a mistimed stroke whilst shagging an ex. It was quite a bad rip with blood everywhere, I had to go to casualty with a teatowel wrapped round my cock. Of course they wouldn't see me straight away so I had to sit in the waiting room for about 2 hours with all the mothers and kids laughing at me... It needed stitches as well.
Cracked a rib playing rugby, but didn't really worry too much about it. Later that night in bed with the gf (who was going at it rather enthusiastically cowgirl style) her weight with her hands on my chest caused the cracked rib to snap - nearly puncturing my lung. Another embarassing trip to casualty although I did get seen quite quickly this time!
Another rugby injury... somehow managed to get the old chap stamped on whilst making a tackle. The studs of the guys boot scraped right down the front of the little general making a nice rip - that one needed stitches too... I stopped playing rugby then, before my cock started looking like it had been made by Dr Frankenstein
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 9:43, Reply)
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