I'm going to Hell...
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
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Quick and dirty
Not really a moment that will send me to Hell, but certainly a moment where I had the devil in me.
Laying in the arms of a friend with benefits last night, after a brief but pleasurable exchange of bodily fluids, we were engaging in small pillow talk.
The evening had come about after I had told her "you give the best oral sex ever". I apologised for saying something that sounded slightly sleazey, but that it was a fair reflection of her talents. "Thank you," she replied, "I take it as a compliment more than anything."
So when she upped the ante with the pillow talk by looking me in the eye, still glowing slightly in the post coital haze, and asked me completely seriously: "So how was the blow job?" with a surprisingly self satisfied and confident smirk, I'll need some kind of forgiveness for looking slightly into the distance, as if trying to find the right words to describe her talent, and then replying completely dead pan: "Hmmm... Average to above average tonight..." before turning back to her and looking her straight in the eye and continuing "... Could do better."
Bridge burnt, I think.
( , Thu 18 Dec 2008, 13:30, 1 reply)
Not really a moment that will send me to Hell, but certainly a moment where I had the devil in me.
Laying in the arms of a friend with benefits last night, after a brief but pleasurable exchange of bodily fluids, we were engaging in small pillow talk.
The evening had come about after I had told her "you give the best oral sex ever". I apologised for saying something that sounded slightly sleazey, but that it was a fair reflection of her talents. "Thank you," she replied, "I take it as a compliment more than anything."
So when she upped the ante with the pillow talk by looking me in the eye, still glowing slightly in the post coital haze, and asked me completely seriously: "So how was the blow job?" with a surprisingly self satisfied and confident smirk, I'll need some kind of forgiveness for looking slightly into the distance, as if trying to find the right words to describe her talent, and then replying completely dead pan: "Hmmm... Average to above average tonight..." before turning back to her and looking her straight in the eye and continuing "... Could do better."
Bridge burnt, I think.
( , Thu 18 Dec 2008, 13:30, 1 reply)
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