Sexual fetishes
Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
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Just had a working lunch with a client in a poncy gastro pub in Somers Town
Was pretty damn hard to concentrate on account of this client being fit as fuck and wearing the sort of low cut, push out clevage business suit that plunged down to just above her nipple line. It was like catching a brief, naughty, sexy glimpse at a couple of copulating pink watermelons spilling out of a bag.
Anyway, towards the end of the meeting I let out a sudden and incredibly violent sneeze. And - to my utter horror - I managed to project a fair bit of phlegm in the direction my nose was pointing: right onto these magnificent orbs of fleshy wonder.
While she's busy patting herself down telling me not to worry about it my mouth engages before my brain gets a chance to intervene. Now, I blame this QOTW... A whole week of reading about complete and utter filth...
Jokingly, I say: "I'm sure you've had worse than that on those in your time."
Didn't go down too well. Hope my boss doesn't hear about it. God, this QOTW's gotta end soon before I'm handed my P45 or get arrested for gross indecency, or worse still, accidentally fuck a fat bird.
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 13:26, 6 replies)
Was pretty damn hard to concentrate on account of this client being fit as fuck and wearing the sort of low cut, push out clevage business suit that plunged down to just above her nipple line. It was like catching a brief, naughty, sexy glimpse at a couple of copulating pink watermelons spilling out of a bag.
Anyway, towards the end of the meeting I let out a sudden and incredibly violent sneeze. And - to my utter horror - I managed to project a fair bit of phlegm in the direction my nose was pointing: right onto these magnificent orbs of fleshy wonder.
While she's busy patting herself down telling me not to worry about it my mouth engages before my brain gets a chance to intervene. Now, I blame this QOTW... A whole week of reading about complete and utter filth...
Jokingly, I say: "I'm sure you've had worse than that on those in your time."
Didn't go down too well. Hope my boss doesn't hear about it. God, this QOTW's gotta end soon before I'm handed my P45 or get arrested for gross indecency, or worse still, accidentally fuck a fat bird.
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 13:26, 6 replies)
Wrong
No-one accidently fucks a fat bird they only accidently get found out (I.e getting drunk and spilling the beans)
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 13:51, closed)
No-one accidently fucks a fat bird they only accidently get found out (I.e getting drunk and spilling the beans)
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 13:51, closed)
Cowards they are
from a fat bird
blows a raspberry
and no thats not a fetish
although, you never know with some folks ;)
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 17:20, closed)
from a fat bird
blows a raspberry
and no thats not a fetish
although, you never know with some folks ;)
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 17:20, closed)
Stop kidding yourself
You would've said it anyway, even if this week's QOTW had been completely innocuous.
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 21:55, closed)
You would've said it anyway, even if this week's QOTW had been completely innocuous.
( , Wed 28 Oct 2009, 21:55, closed)
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