Food sex
Tell us your tales of your custard fetish and the rash you got from a bottle of HP sauce. Because we've ALL had a cucumber stuck up our chuff at least once in our lives.
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( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 13:50)
Tell us your tales of your custard fetish and the rash you got from a bottle of HP sauce. Because we've ALL had a cucumber stuck up our chuff at least once in our lives.
(Question from MissUnexpectedNuttering)
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 13:50)
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I think this counts...
A friend of mine woke up one Saturday morning with a stonking headache after a night out on the booze.
As he came to in bed, he went through that process of adjusting slowly and painfully to his surroundings we all go through after too many pints the evening before.
- He was confused about the slick feeling between his legs
- He was confused about the mayonnaise on his pillow
- He was confused about the garlicky smell
- When he pulled the covers back, he was confused to find pitta bread and meat all over his cock.
That's when it came back to him. The night before, drunk and lonely, he had got back to his room with half a kebab, and decided that since he was single, horny, and not hungry anymore, a garlic-mayonnaise and hot meat filled handful of pitta would make a passable vagina-substitute.
Oh yes, he'd fucked a large donner. I still don't understand why he told us about this.
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 15:39, 2 replies)
A friend of mine woke up one Saturday morning with a stonking headache after a night out on the booze.
As he came to in bed, he went through that process of adjusting slowly and painfully to his surroundings we all go through after too many pints the evening before.
- He was confused about the slick feeling between his legs
- He was confused about the mayonnaise on his pillow
- He was confused about the garlicky smell
- When he pulled the covers back, he was confused to find pitta bread and meat all over his cock.
That's when it came back to him. The night before, drunk and lonely, he had got back to his room with half a kebab, and decided that since he was single, horny, and not hungry anymore, a garlic-mayonnaise and hot meat filled handful of pitta would make a passable vagina-substitute.
Oh yes, he'd fucked a large donner. I still don't understand why he told us about this.
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 15:39, 2 replies)
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