Exposed!
Two Hats asks: Ever been naked in public? Have you ever exposed yourself, indecently or otherwise? Tell us your adventures as a prolific sex pest or accidental flasher
( , Thu 8 Aug 2013, 13:35)
Two Hats asks: Ever been naked in public? Have you ever exposed yourself, indecently or otherwise? Tell us your adventures as a prolific sex pest or accidental flasher
( , Thu 8 Aug 2013, 13:35)
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Sleepless in Singapore
I was staying in a low-rent hotel in the red light district of Geylang, so meretricious that I literally had to push through crowds of prostitutes five deep to get from the taxi to the front door, and I had a Very Important Flight to catch at 5am the next morning.
To ensure that I wouldn't miss it, I packed away everything I had in my suitcase, leaving out only my hand luggage, a set of clothes for the next day, my travel documents and a carrier bag. Then I went out at lunchtime and began drinking heavily, so that by 8pm I was completely plastered. Suitably inebriated, I returned to the hotel - spurning the advances of hundreds of Chinese call girls along the way - and back in my room I had a bath, put my dirty clothes in the carrier and got to bed about 9. After setting every alarm I could lay my hands on for 4am I fell into deep unconsciousness...
...only to wake up, drunk and disorientated, in a bright corridor...to the sound of my hotel room door slamming shut behind me. I must have slept so fitfully, worrying about missing the flight, that somehow I'd gotten up in the night and sleepwalked right out of my room. A quick check revealed that I was completely naked and locked out of my own room, but fortunately I was clutching something in my left hand. Hoping against hope that I'd managed to grab a bathrobe during my unplanned egress I looked down to find that instead, my unconscious brain had furnished me with one of the tiny hand-towels from by the sink as my sole means of protecting my modesty.
At this point a young lady walked around the corner and presented with a naked emvee, she screamed an ear-piercing shriek that threatened to bring the hotel's security staff running and also wasn't doing terribly great things for my state of mind. With the ridiculously small towel positioned over my joy division I managed, against all odds, to calm her down and explain my situation in broken Singlish whereupon she went down to reception and (presumably) told them there was a skinny naked Englishman on the third floor.
About ten very awkward minutes later I was let into my room by a pair of sniggering ladies from the hotel's front desk, no doubt imagining I'd had some kind of hilarious altercation with one of the district's many, many ladies of the night. I didn't even see the point in trying to explain otherwise.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 10:23, 29 replies)
I was staying in a low-rent hotel in the red light district of Geylang, so meretricious that I literally had to push through crowds of prostitutes five deep to get from the taxi to the front door, and I had a Very Important Flight to catch at 5am the next morning.
To ensure that I wouldn't miss it, I packed away everything I had in my suitcase, leaving out only my hand luggage, a set of clothes for the next day, my travel documents and a carrier bag. Then I went out at lunchtime and began drinking heavily, so that by 8pm I was completely plastered. Suitably inebriated, I returned to the hotel - spurning the advances of hundreds of Chinese call girls along the way - and back in my room I had a bath, put my dirty clothes in the carrier and got to bed about 9. After setting every alarm I could lay my hands on for 4am I fell into deep unconsciousness...
...only to wake up, drunk and disorientated, in a bright corridor...to the sound of my hotel room door slamming shut behind me. I must have slept so fitfully, worrying about missing the flight, that somehow I'd gotten up in the night and sleepwalked right out of my room. A quick check revealed that I was completely naked and locked out of my own room, but fortunately I was clutching something in my left hand. Hoping against hope that I'd managed to grab a bathrobe during my unplanned egress I looked down to find that instead, my unconscious brain had furnished me with one of the tiny hand-towels from by the sink as my sole means of protecting my modesty.
At this point a young lady walked around the corner and presented with a naked emvee, she screamed an ear-piercing shriek that threatened to bring the hotel's security staff running and also wasn't doing terribly great things for my state of mind. With the ridiculously small towel positioned over my joy division I managed, against all odds, to calm her down and explain my situation in broken Singlish whereupon she went down to reception and (presumably) told them there was a skinny naked Englishman on the third floor.
About ten very awkward minutes later I was let into my room by a pair of sniggering ladies from the hotel's front desk, no doubt imagining I'd had some kind of hilarious altercation with one of the district's many, many ladies of the night. I didn't even see the point in trying to explain otherwise.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 10:23, 29 replies)
you've named your cock after a group of starved and tortured women made sex slaves by the nazis?
I mean we all know you like to degrade women for you own sick pleasure, but this is a new low.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 12:29, closed)
I mean we all know you like to degrade women for you own sick pleasure, but this is a new low.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 12:29, closed)
Nah I named it after the band that produced Unknown Pleasures :p
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 12:47, closed)
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 12:47, closed)
LOL
another hilarious reference to a random picture off of the internet that I didn't take of a girl I've never met and which I've only seen once because some halfwit off here kept banging on about it
You really are the most witless cretin I think I've encountered since Monty, congratulations on that
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 14:17, closed)
another hilarious reference to a random picture off of the internet that I didn't take of a girl I've never met and which I've only seen once because some halfwit off here kept banging on about it
You really are the most witless cretin I think I've encountered since Monty, congratulations on that
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 14:17, closed)
you named it Martin Hannett?
He might have been grossly fat, fat enough to fit a band inside, but it was just him, sozzington.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 12:52, closed)
He might have been grossly fat, fat enough to fit a band inside, but it was just him, sozzington.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 12:52, closed)
Another piercing and insightful
post.
Thank goodness we have you here to keep the pace going Monty.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 14:46, closed)
post.
Thank goodness we have you here to keep the pace going Monty.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 14:46, closed)
You may as well give him krankies, because at the moment it's all he's got to fling back at you.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 16:46, closed)
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 16:46, closed)
The big one isn't very flingable. And no-one deserves to be pelted with Wee Jimmy.
( , Tue 13 Aug 2013, 17:00, closed)
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