Guilty Secrets
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
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I've never told anyone this but we're all friends here right?
There was this girl I was in college with and really fancied something rotten. She'd knocked me back several times, nice and gently mind, but knocked me back all the same.
One Christmas, as I lived locally and would be around over the holidays, I volunteered to mind herself and her mates house, feed the cat etc.
I spent several days going through all their stuff, reading their letters and poking through their computer files. Going by the browser cache, one of them had a penchant for lezdom strapon porn - the filthy minx.
I, err, 'liberated' a couple of snapshots showing two of her housemates topless on holidays seeing as the house was a typical student rubbish tip, I figured nobody would be any the wiser.
My crowning achievement was stripping naked, climbing into the bed of my inamorata and wanking myself raw into pairs of her skimpies. I stuffed the soiled undies into my coat pocket took them home and washed them before returning them.
I replaced the clean knickers in her drawer and came downstairs and went to feed the cat. Just as I opened the tin of catfood, one of her housemates who'd come back early walked through the door. I was convinced my face was like a beetroot and, instead of my usual calm, chatty manner bumbled and stuttered like Boris Johnson on speed before making my excuses and legging it.
I don't know if they ever suspected anything or if it was just my paranoia detecting 'pointed remarks' where there were none to begin with.
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 13:53, Reply)
There was this girl I was in college with and really fancied something rotten. She'd knocked me back several times, nice and gently mind, but knocked me back all the same.
One Christmas, as I lived locally and would be around over the holidays, I volunteered to mind herself and her mates house, feed the cat etc.
I spent several days going through all their stuff, reading their letters and poking through their computer files. Going by the browser cache, one of them had a penchant for lezdom strapon porn - the filthy minx.
I, err, 'liberated' a couple of snapshots showing two of her housemates topless on holidays seeing as the house was a typical student rubbish tip, I figured nobody would be any the wiser.
My crowning achievement was stripping naked, climbing into the bed of my inamorata and wanking myself raw into pairs of her skimpies. I stuffed the soiled undies into my coat pocket took them home and washed them before returning them.
I replaced the clean knickers in her drawer and came downstairs and went to feed the cat. Just as I opened the tin of catfood, one of her housemates who'd come back early walked through the door. I was convinced my face was like a beetroot and, instead of my usual calm, chatty manner bumbled and stuttered like Boris Johnson on speed before making my excuses and legging it.
I don't know if they ever suspected anything or if it was just my paranoia detecting 'pointed remarks' where there were none to begin with.
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 13:53, Reply)
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