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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Sore groin
I attended some metal festival in the 90's. I was partial to a bit of first row action, and always managed to squeeze myself to the front, or at least the second 'row'. That day had a fair amount of crowd surfers, and more than enough boots to the head, etc., and everyone was getting sick of it. I too was getting weary, and as one went over (and another boot to the head), I quickly grabbed them around the groin and squeezed, thinking I had just deservedly given some hairy, fat bloke a very sore pair of testicles ...
... When in fact, a girl of around 14-15 collapsed over the railings clutching her groin and screaming in agony, looking a little upset at her very first sexual assault.
I also love going for a crap in work. Not unusual, but I thought I'd add that. I wait until it's a pre-turtle's head and then whisk myself away and evacuate my colon into the porcelain. They're always the ones where you give a wipe, and nothing's there. It is the highlight of my day. The toilet interiors are beautiful marble with subdued lighting, and always clean. Sometimes I surprise myself with a 'ghost poo' where my intestine of escaping, full bodied gas sharply reverberates around the hard, reflective sheen of the toilet bowl - equally as satisfying ... and the feeling of my abdomen deflating ... ohhhhh
( , Wed 5 Sep 2007, 0:31, Reply)
I attended some metal festival in the 90's. I was partial to a bit of first row action, and always managed to squeeze myself to the front, or at least the second 'row'. That day had a fair amount of crowd surfers, and more than enough boots to the head, etc., and everyone was getting sick of it. I too was getting weary, and as one went over (and another boot to the head), I quickly grabbed them around the groin and squeezed, thinking I had just deservedly given some hairy, fat bloke a very sore pair of testicles ...
... When in fact, a girl of around 14-15 collapsed over the railings clutching her groin and screaming in agony, looking a little upset at her very first sexual assault.
I also love going for a crap in work. Not unusual, but I thought I'd add that. I wait until it's a pre-turtle's head and then whisk myself away and evacuate my colon into the porcelain. They're always the ones where you give a wipe, and nothing's there. It is the highlight of my day. The toilet interiors are beautiful marble with subdued lighting, and always clean. Sometimes I surprise myself with a 'ghost poo' where my intestine of escaping, full bodied gas sharply reverberates around the hard, reflective sheen of the toilet bowl - equally as satisfying ... and the feeling of my abdomen deflating ... ohhhhh
( , Wed 5 Sep 2007, 0:31, Reply)
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