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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Gagging while gagging.
I was 18 and a virgin, which is quite good by UK standards. Even though the alcohol had been flowing in for the last 2 years I had yet to taste the most probably foul juices of a damsel's quim, and boy was I horny for it.
One fateful evening I was about get me drink in at the bar in our local nightspot when I glance to my right and see a rather smart brunette looking back at me. I still had a bottle of Fosters Ice in me hand (or cheap lager piss as it's now called) and there was a small drop left in the bottle. I smile, turn to face the bar and swig back the rest of the lager in 1 gulp....only for me to cough midway and choke like a motherfucker. I almost drowned, lager came out of me nose and mouth as I turned purple, scrambling and coughing my lungs onto the bar.
I managed to steady myself, then turned around to the brunette and say "Fucking typical isn't it?". Thankfully she laughed like hell then introduced herself.
A few hours later we were banging away like good'uns. Good times, and yes I remember her name too :)
( , Sat 20 Feb 2010, 17:16, Reply)
I was 18 and a virgin, which is quite good by UK standards. Even though the alcohol had been flowing in for the last 2 years I had yet to taste the most probably foul juices of a damsel's quim, and boy was I horny for it.
One fateful evening I was about get me drink in at the bar in our local nightspot when I glance to my right and see a rather smart brunette looking back at me. I still had a bottle of Fosters Ice in me hand (or cheap lager piss as it's now called) and there was a small drop left in the bottle. I smile, turn to face the bar and swig back the rest of the lager in 1 gulp....only for me to cough midway and choke like a motherfucker. I almost drowned, lager came out of me nose and mouth as I turned purple, scrambling and coughing my lungs onto the bar.
I managed to steady myself, then turned around to the brunette and say "Fucking typical isn't it?". Thankfully she laughed like hell then introduced herself.
A few hours later we were banging away like good'uns. Good times, and yes I remember her name too :)
( , Sat 20 Feb 2010, 17:16, Reply)
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