Flirting
Do you flirt with check-out girls just for the heck of it? Are you a check-out girl and flirt with sad-looking middle-aged men for fun? Are you Vernon Kay? Tell us about flirting triumphs and disasters
Thanks to Che Grimsdale for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 13:00)
Do you flirt with check-out girls just for the heck of it? Are you a check-out girl and flirt with sad-looking middle-aged men for fun? Are you Vernon Kay? Tell us about flirting triumphs and disasters
Thanks to Che Grimsdale for the suggestion
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 13:00)
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Back in the haze of my youth, when I was an inexperienced gangly virgin, I encountered Scary Confident Flirty Woman.
I saw her in a club, it was near Christmas, she was wearing a little Santa outfit. Her body was pretty good, face nothing to write home about, but not a write-off.
I'm pretty bad at flirting, but that night it didn't matter, and pretty soon she was devouring my face like some kind of Cthulhu-faced mind flayer, literally her tongue was all over me, it was horribly inappropriate in public (all my mates were finding it hilarious), extremely wet and a little bit arousing.
I was also a bit scared that she was going to eat my brains, and this was hardly the way I had dreamed of 'losing it', but I thought, fuck it, might as well, so I asked her if she wanted to 'get out of here'. She did, and we left.
At that juncture, the walk home seemed a little long, so we led each other to a dark secluded area nearby and proceeded to grope away. Pretty soon, I felt her hand going down towards my belt, and then yep, she was in my pants.
But where the hell was my penis? My boner had managed to get wedged down the side of my leg, and the incredible stiffness had combined with my boxers to affix it there like a fucking splint, hiding it completely from her willing fingers. Her brief, confused grope ended fruitlessly, and we sort of lamely drifted our separate ways. I can only assume she thinks I have no cock. Fucksticks!
( , Fri 19 Feb 2010, 11:07, 4 replies)
Back in the haze of my youth, when I was an inexperienced gangly virgin, I encountered Scary Confident Flirty Woman.
I saw her in a club, it was near Christmas, she was wearing a little Santa outfit. Her body was pretty good, face nothing to write home about, but not a write-off.
I'm pretty bad at flirting, but that night it didn't matter, and pretty soon she was devouring my face like some kind of Cthulhu-faced mind flayer, literally her tongue was all over me, it was horribly inappropriate in public (all my mates were finding it hilarious), extremely wet and a little bit arousing.
I was also a bit scared that she was going to eat my brains, and this was hardly the way I had dreamed of 'losing it', but I thought, fuck it, might as well, so I asked her if she wanted to 'get out of here'. She did, and we left.
At that juncture, the walk home seemed a little long, so we led each other to a dark secluded area nearby and proceeded to grope away. Pretty soon, I felt her hand going down towards my belt, and then yep, she was in my pants.
But where the hell was my penis? My boner had managed to get wedged down the side of my leg, and the incredible stiffness had combined with my boxers to affix it there like a fucking splint, hiding it completely from her willing fingers. Her brief, confused grope ended fruitlessly, and we sort of lamely drifted our separate ways. I can only assume she thinks I have no cock. Fucksticks!
( , Fri 19 Feb 2010, 11:07, 4 replies)
No Cock
I'm only replying because when people reply to my posts it excites me for a few seconds, and with no cock you could do with the jollies
( , Fri 19 Feb 2010, 11:56, closed)
I'm only replying because when people reply to my posts it excites me for a few seconds, and with no cock you could do with the jollies
( , Fri 19 Feb 2010, 11:56, closed)
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