Guilty Pleasures, part 2
It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.
What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?
( , Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.
What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?
( , Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
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Happiness is a fertile imagination
I'm a fairly tit oriented chap (as are many of us) and as we all know the skill of keeping eye contact is a long and painful learning experience. Working in an office environment means having to be extra vigilant that the eyeballs don't wander too far or you're in for a rep as a perve (or worse, quality time with HR).
So, my guilty pleasure? After a meeting or chat with some lovely lady, having kept eye contact the whole time and just the odd furtive glance at the cleavage while her eyes are elsewhere, it's off to the bogs for a quality shuffle. Pick a fantasy (the old "drunk pickup at the office xmas bash" is a favourite) and with the image (and if you're lucky scent) still fresh in your memory, pull yourself off to a happy end. Back to the desk then, satisfied and relaxed.
Another one that qualifies is lift farts. Rather disgusting I know but so much fun. Mostly only to be enjoyed in empty lifts as you need iron control or mega brass neck to rattle one off in a packed lift. When empty, stand at the back and as you decelerate to the correct floor let it rip. Don't move for a second then slooooowly out the door trying to make sure you don't waft too much with you. Bon Appitite for the next one in...
There's more like imagining kicking the crap out of the bastards who sit and sniff for half an hour in the train rather than use a hanky. Or the undressing game on the train (no direct staring remember, for personal amusement not to unsettle people), pick n mix nipple colours/sizes and pube hair. Tip: stop playing this game well before your stop 8)
The person who had the cats belly smell - I can only agree wholeheartedly. While it's not very macho there are few things that smell better than a clean, warm cats tummy in the sunshine. When they've been in the freshly dried washing is also pretty good though. Get the cat to roll over and bury your face in tummy fur (pick a placid cat ;) ) - warm, live fur is sooooo good.
Edit: Edz314, absolutely right. A guilty pleasure is something personal.
( , Sun 16 Mar 2008, 12:18, Reply)
I'm a fairly tit oriented chap (as are many of us) and as we all know the skill of keeping eye contact is a long and painful learning experience. Working in an office environment means having to be extra vigilant that the eyeballs don't wander too far or you're in for a rep as a perve (or worse, quality time with HR).
So, my guilty pleasure? After a meeting or chat with some lovely lady, having kept eye contact the whole time and just the odd furtive glance at the cleavage while her eyes are elsewhere, it's off to the bogs for a quality shuffle. Pick a fantasy (the old "drunk pickup at the office xmas bash" is a favourite) and with the image (and if you're lucky scent) still fresh in your memory, pull yourself off to a happy end. Back to the desk then, satisfied and relaxed.
Another one that qualifies is lift farts. Rather disgusting I know but so much fun. Mostly only to be enjoyed in empty lifts as you need iron control or mega brass neck to rattle one off in a packed lift. When empty, stand at the back and as you decelerate to the correct floor let it rip. Don't move for a second then slooooowly out the door trying to make sure you don't waft too much with you. Bon Appitite for the next one in...
There's more like imagining kicking the crap out of the bastards who sit and sniff for half an hour in the train rather than use a hanky. Or the undressing game on the train (no direct staring remember, for personal amusement not to unsettle people), pick n mix nipple colours/sizes and pube hair. Tip: stop playing this game well before your stop 8)
The person who had the cats belly smell - I can only agree wholeheartedly. While it's not very macho there are few things that smell better than a clean, warm cats tummy in the sunshine. When they've been in the freshly dried washing is also pretty good though. Get the cat to roll over and bury your face in tummy fur (pick a placid cat ;) ) - warm, live fur is sooooo good.
Edit: Edz314, absolutely right. A guilty pleasure is something personal.
( , Sun 16 Mar 2008, 12:18, Reply)
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