
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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Back when I was, like, a cool rocker with my own 250cc motorbike and stuff, I went to my new female acquaintance's house near Belfast on it. This was about thirty miles of mostly country roads.
The trip there was fine, the visit even better. We got on famously and ended up on the couch snogging and dry humping for about 5 hours. Going home was fucking AGONY! I had to keep stopping and sitting on the ground to try and let my aching balls rest, took about three hours to get home. I ended up having to take two days off work til the swelling went down!
She wasn't heavy, not at all, very slim and really BONY!!!
Ow, still hurts just remembering
( , Mon 6 Sep 2004, 12:02, Reply)
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