Embarrassing InjuriesSometimes 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.
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rob, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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hard at itahhh, twas back in the day, when I was but a slip of a lad, and had recently lost my hated virginity. The barmy summer night in Oxford affected me in a strange and lustful way. My new girlfriend was indeed a goer, and a catholic, and it's TRUE what they say. We did it 6 times (although, not knowing what to do really I don't think she reached her peak, but she seemed to enjoy it) that night.
Upon mounting my second love, my racing bike, I found something was amiss. I couldn't sit down on the saddle without the most hideous pain from my cock muscle.
I went to my now BLANTLY transsexual University doctor to have this problem looked at. He couldn't help but laugh as I told him how I did it. Alas, I couldn't raise the poor battered wee chappie for another few days without terrible pain.
I, being the consumate gentleman though, did perform the next night. Muscle Smuscle.
(, Mon 6 Sep 2004, 20:59, Reply)
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